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Our Weekend didn't start very well

9 years ago

On Saturday morning, I woke up and made a cup of coffee then sat at my computer to slowly wake up. I had planned on baking a coconut macadamia cheesecake, clean the bathroom and kitchen and do a little laundry. But I need a few coffees to start my day first. My husband was already awake and came into my office holding his stomach and said it felt like it was on fire. I thought it was one of a few things, first: flu. So I made him a cup of lemon/ginger tea to settle his stomach. That did nothing. So I took a quick shower and went to the store to buy Gavison and Tums thinking heartburn or indigestion. Neither did a thing and he said he felt it was getting worse. I asked him if a trip to the ER was a good idea and he put on his shoes. Jokingly I said, "if you burp or fart and feel better, I'm smacking you", but I could clearly see he was in agony. I asked him if it was kidney stone pain. He's had them before and he said it's completely different. I threw gall stones at him but he's never had them so he didn't know. The pain seemed closer to his belly button and he said it was pushing up. I know the appendix can hurt around the belly button so I figured that. Our ER's can often take hours to get into. Once he was seen by the initial triage nurse and got his information taken by the unit clerk we sat for what I thought was going to be hours. There were about a dozen people ahead of us. My husband tried to sit but couldn't. He tried to walk. But couldn't. The he laid down on the floor. A nurse told him it wasn't a good idea but it was the only thing that helped. For two minutes. He was taken in rather quickly, I think because of his pain. The medical team acted very quickly when he described his pain. He was writhing on the bed and could barely lay still. The doctor quickly did an ultra sound on his upper belly thinking the same as me: gall stones. But nothing was found. Then he brought in the ecg machine and his heart was perfectly fine, but beating rapidly from the pain. I overheard a nurse say, "He looks worse laying down than he did when he walked in here. What have you started to do with him?" She looked very worried. He was taken into the main ER area where they watched his heart and took a lot of blood. They gave him a type of morphine (hydromorphine, I think it's called) every 1/2 hour but it only seemed to help for 10 minutes at a time. He had to drink a litre of liquid and then they did a ct scan. The results came back quickly: it appeared to be a twisted bowl, but the scan was different. The lining of his intestine was thick and they thought maybe something else was going on. They took him to surgery at 7 pm. My kids and I went to eat dinner as I hadn't eaten since Friday. His surgery could last 2 hours minimum depending on what they found.


The surgeon phoned me just after 9 and said he had to take 132 cm of small intestine out. When my husband was 5 years old, his parents sent him to get a bottle of milk. It was winter and after he bought the milk, he started walking home. It was winter and there was snow on the ground. The snow hid the fact that the sidewalk was a bit broken. He tripped over the broken sidewalk. His first instinct was to save the GLASS bottle. He landed on top of it, but the bottle had broken. All he remembers is he thought he was going to be in trouble for breaking the bottle, walking into the house and hearing his mother scream. He passed out and woke up in the hospital. The bottle had broken and not only gone through his winter coat, but cut open his stomach from his belly button to his hip bone. His intestines had come through that large hole. He had internal bleeding so he had to be reopened and fixed up again.


58 years later, a ring of scar tissue built up over his small intestine. He had NO symptoms until Saturday. It killed off part of his intestine so the doctor had to remove 132 cm of his small intestine and attach it to his colon. While they were in there, they removed his appendix. I just talked to him a few minutes ago, and his pain meds were lowered a little bit. When I was up last night, two nurses helped him out of bed to walk a little bit. Our grandson missed him so much. He kept asking if grandpa had "widdle holes in him" and would hold his hand. And because he couldn't give grandpa real hugs, he would hug his hand. It was so sweet. I've been googling his home care when he comes home. I like food with flavour, as does he, but he will need a bland diet for several weeks. I'm making bone broth today and will freeze it. He should be able to sip on that during the day.


When he first walked into the ER, and the triage nurse asked what was wrong, he said, "I think I'm going to die". She said, "Oh don't say that, it's probably something small." Little did we know, he was dieing. (how the heck to you spell such a simple word???) This could very well have killed him. But he's on the mend and will hopefully be home within the week. I'll be taking next week off to give him a hand.

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