Hi All,
Just letting you guys know, I'll be absent for awhile.
Don't know how long. I'm in hospital, with upper gut pain.
So far it's something Around the Gall Bladder, Liver, and Pancreas.
I'll let you know when I get out.
Updated By Bearcarver on 11-11-13:
OK Guys, I promised I'd tell you more later:
On Tuesday Evening, I laid down at 6 PM, with a severe pain in the upper gut. It subsided about 8 PM. Then Wednesday night at about 8 PM, the same thing hit me, but not as severe a pain, but this time it lasted all night, and included nausea & dry heaves every 10 minutes, all night, until 9 AM, when I finally got some ugly stuff up (Bile). After that I started feeling much better but not quite all the way better. Then very slight pain all day, and I agreed I'd go to ER if I still had pain in the morning, as much as I hated to go on that particular day, because that day (Nov 8th) was the One Year Anniversary of when the idiot Dr almost killed me, and put a “Time Bomb” in my chest. In the morning it wasn't completely gone, so I managed to shave & get ready to go. Then I said, “Nah---It's getting better---I think I'll wait some more”, but then I pushed on it, and said, “I better go & see what it is”.
At the ER, they asked a bunch of questions & reviewed my history, and they seemed amazed at what all I went through last year. Then they poked around & sent me for a ultrasound. Then back to the ER. They started an IV drip, while we waited for the test results. This is when I posted to you guys that I was in the hospital.
The results showed I had a gallstone in the duct, blocking both my gallbladder and my pancreas. So the order was no food or drink until further notice. I had already not eaten for two days, but I didn't much understand the dying of thirst plan!!!
Anyway, the pain continued to subside, and by the next morning it was gone. I told them I was ready to go home, but they said they wanted to hear from the specialists to see what their plan was. I said that's fine as long as they have the same plan as I had, which was for me to go home. By this time, my gut didn't hurt, but my back hurt from the POS bed, and I had a stiff neck. Then the specialist came in and explained that I had passed a gallstone, and that I should stay & have my gallbladder out, so it doesn't happen again. She also said I should have been allowed to drink, but not eat. I told them, I did enough voluntary procedures last year when they ripped a hole in my Aorta, so I'll go home, and I'll be back if they have to carry me in. The specialist insisted that I have it done. I told her that last year all I did was go in for a Pre-operative Catheterization, and the “DR” accidentally ripped a hole in my Aorta, causing a lifesaving 9 hour surgery, and left me with bad kidneys, a numb right leg & foot, a left eye that only opens halfway, and a completely dissected thoracic aorta that could rupture at any time. This also caused my BP in my left arm to average 50 points (Systolic) higher than my right arm, so there is no way I will submit to any operation that is not needed at the time. So they finally agreed to release me.
So I go home, and eat a grilled cheese, and go to bed, because I can't sleep in a hospital. I went to sleep almost immediately. Then at 2 AM, I woke up & had to drain the dragon. I sat on edge of the bed awhile, and then went to the bathroom. I felt a little woozy on the way, but I made it. Then while I was in there my Hemiballismus flared up & my left arm was all over the place. I completed my business, and started to head for my bedroom. I swayed to the left & hit the left side of the doorway. Then bounced off of that & ran into the right side of the doorway. I couldn't stop, but I couldn't go where I wanted to go. I hit the left side of the bedroom doorway, started falling to the left, hit my forehead on the wall thermostat, then continued to the floor, hitting the floor, just above my left eye. Then I heard Linda saying, “John, are you alright?!?!” I said I didn't know, and I started trying to get up. She helped as much as she could, and guided me to bed. I awoke again at 5 AM, and sat up---I had to go again! Linda said, “What are you doing?”. I said “I gotta pizz again”. She said “OH NO !!!” (LOL). I sat up longer & took it real slow, and everything went OK this time, and I got back to bed OK.
Then at 6:30, we got up, and I took my BP, finding my left arm to be 104/64. That was shocking, because of the left arm averaging 50 points higher than the right arm. I took the right arm, and it was 74/62. That explains why I had acted like a steel ball in a pinball machine, in the middle of the night. I have to note here that when they checked me into the hospital, they took charge of monitoring my BP and administering my BP meds.
Now a day later, after taking my own BP & taking my own meds, the dizzy crap is over. This all confirms my feelings about Drs & Hospitals!
Bear
Just letting you guys know, I'll be absent for awhile.
Don't know how long. I'm in hospital, with upper gut pain.
So far it's something Around the Gall Bladder, Liver, and Pancreas.
I'll let you know when I get out.
Updated By Bearcarver on 11-11-13:
OK Guys, I promised I'd tell you more later:
On Tuesday Evening, I laid down at 6 PM, with a severe pain in the upper gut. It subsided about 8 PM. Then Wednesday night at about 8 PM, the same thing hit me, but not as severe a pain, but this time it lasted all night, and included nausea & dry heaves every 10 minutes, all night, until 9 AM, when I finally got some ugly stuff up (Bile). After that I started feeling much better but not quite all the way better. Then very slight pain all day, and I agreed I'd go to ER if I still had pain in the morning, as much as I hated to go on that particular day, because that day (Nov 8th) was the One Year Anniversary of when the idiot Dr almost killed me, and put a “Time Bomb” in my chest. In the morning it wasn't completely gone, so I managed to shave & get ready to go. Then I said, “Nah---It's getting better---I think I'll wait some more”, but then I pushed on it, and said, “I better go & see what it is”.
At the ER, they asked a bunch of questions & reviewed my history, and they seemed amazed at what all I went through last year. Then they poked around & sent me for a ultrasound. Then back to the ER. They started an IV drip, while we waited for the test results. This is when I posted to you guys that I was in the hospital.
The results showed I had a gallstone in the duct, blocking both my gallbladder and my pancreas. So the order was no food or drink until further notice. I had already not eaten for two days, but I didn't much understand the dying of thirst plan!!!
Anyway, the pain continued to subside, and by the next morning it was gone. I told them I was ready to go home, but they said they wanted to hear from the specialists to see what their plan was. I said that's fine as long as they have the same plan as I had, which was for me to go home. By this time, my gut didn't hurt, but my back hurt from the POS bed, and I had a stiff neck. Then the specialist came in and explained that I had passed a gallstone, and that I should stay & have my gallbladder out, so it doesn't happen again. She also said I should have been allowed to drink, but not eat. I told them, I did enough voluntary procedures last year when they ripped a hole in my Aorta, so I'll go home, and I'll be back if they have to carry me in. The specialist insisted that I have it done. I told her that last year all I did was go in for a Pre-operative Catheterization, and the “DR” accidentally ripped a hole in my Aorta, causing a lifesaving 9 hour surgery, and left me with bad kidneys, a numb right leg & foot, a left eye that only opens halfway, and a completely dissected thoracic aorta that could rupture at any time. This also caused my BP in my left arm to average 50 points (Systolic) higher than my right arm, so there is no way I will submit to any operation that is not needed at the time. So they finally agreed to release me.
So I go home, and eat a grilled cheese, and go to bed, because I can't sleep in a hospital. I went to sleep almost immediately. Then at 2 AM, I woke up & had to drain the dragon. I sat on edge of the bed awhile, and then went to the bathroom. I felt a little woozy on the way, but I made it. Then while I was in there my Hemiballismus flared up & my left arm was all over the place. I completed my business, and started to head for my bedroom. I swayed to the left & hit the left side of the doorway. Then bounced off of that & ran into the right side of the doorway. I couldn't stop, but I couldn't go where I wanted to go. I hit the left side of the bedroom doorway, started falling to the left, hit my forehead on the wall thermostat, then continued to the floor, hitting the floor, just above my left eye. Then I heard Linda saying, “John, are you alright?!?!” I said I didn't know, and I started trying to get up. She helped as much as she could, and guided me to bed. I awoke again at 5 AM, and sat up---I had to go again! Linda said, “What are you doing?”. I said “I gotta pizz again”. She said “OH NO !!!” (LOL). I sat up longer & took it real slow, and everything went OK this time, and I got back to bed OK.
Then at 6:30, we got up, and I took my BP, finding my left arm to be 104/64. That was shocking, because of the left arm averaging 50 points higher than the right arm. I took the right arm, and it was 74/62. That explains why I had acted like a steel ball in a pinball machine, in the middle of the night. I have to note here that when they checked me into the hospital, they took charge of monitoring my BP and administering my BP meds.
Now a day later, after taking my own BP & taking my own meds, the dizzy crap is over. This all confirms my feelings about Drs & Hospitals!
Bear
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