Tuesday, September 30, 2008

how much more aggressive can you get!

Just home from seeing the surgeon. As I expected the reversal can't happen without dealing with the stenosis further along the colon. If we did I might blow up and die....cuz the poo couldn't get pass the narrowing. So I tell the surgeon the doctor who did the first dilation said he wasn't anxious to try it again given what happened the first time they tried it in May. I ended up in hospital a few hours later with a temperature of 104 and it took 6 days and 3 different antibiotics to bring me back to homeostastis. So the surgeon says to me today: "I'll talk to that doctor and if he doesn't want to do it I'll get one of his colleague who is more aggressive to do it!"

Lord love a duck. I have had it up to my eye balls with having this body prodded, poked, stapled, stitched, deprived of food and water for 9 days, sliced, pried open, things stuck up into me and given drugs that nearly killed me. Now we're going to find someone who'll be *more* aggressive. Is there no end to the mafia style treatment of the health *care* system.

And then to add insult to injury on my way home from the appointment the *^%$^&# ileostomy paraphernalia sprung yet another leak! This is the 5th leak in 7 days! Thankfully 2 happened while I was up. The other 5 were in bed. I've had a few late nights. I am as clean as a crisp white shirt on the first day of school. And this is truly a time when my body is speaking my mind: "I want this g-d bag off of me!!!!"

So we'll try another couple of dilations. I remember when the only part of my body that got dilated were my pupils....ahhhh those were the days filled with chuckles and uncontrolled laughing. Hell, damn, shit, poop, fart....how long ago were those days! Now my days are taken with thoughts of pooping and farting....and I yearn for those times perhaps even more than the drug induced laughter. (maybe...i did have some stupendous laughs)

I am not too hopeful that the November surgery will happen. Now with the decision to try the dilation again means waiting for appointments to do those and then to see if they work. Which more than likely means I will have to have another one of those jesusly tests where they fill my bum with dye. Last time I had that it was a nightmare. And I was cursing like a sailor on the steel slab I was lying on. (i did apologize after...it hurt like hell).

I have to call the surgeon's secretary on Monday to see what she can arrange for the dilations. And talk about looking for a silver lining....on my way home with poo leaking out...I was thinking maybe they could do me during Christmas...I bet no one wants to be in hospital for Christmas. I wouldn't mind being there. It would take care of the most dreaded annual question for singles: WHAT WILL I DO FOR CHRISTMAS?

Santa could bring me morphine. not a bad way to see the end of this year at all!!!


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