On October 26th, my husband Kyle was admitted to our local hospital for yet another bowel obstruction, despite there is nothing blocking his “pipes” (so to speak). It’s somewhat of a phenomenon to all these doctors that he had a colonoscopy three weeks ago and received a virtually clean bill of health considering he just had life saving surgery back in April for almost the same exact issue.
He was admitted Sunday morning after he barely made it home from work after being sent home early due to his severe pain. Once he made it home, he called me scream-crying in pain and agony. I was over at my parents’ house over 35 minutes away so I told him to call 911. Within a few minutes, an EMT called my cell letting me know that he was being transported to the hospital. Kyle was getting IV versions of morphine and dilaudid for his pain and they didn’t even phase the pain at all. He is very delirious, even now since he gets a milligram of both every three hours for pain management. Well, now he is fast asleep and I woke up on his couch in his hospital room at 5:45am. I had to smoke my vape and get food because I hadn’t eaten dinner last night. So I grabbed Mickey D’s breakfast and went to our PO Box and came back.
It is currently 0657a on the 28th and I’m awake so I can hear what the doctors say once they start rounds in a few minutes. I am hoping for his sake they don’t declare a need for surgery but after several doses of magnesium, laxatives, and enemas yesterday, he still can’t use the bathroom properly.
What’s interesting about this all is on Sunday he was diagnosed with a partial bowel obstruction that was found on a ct scan with contrast, but because the contrast is a laxative as well, they took several x-rays over 36 hours to see if the contrast was moving throughout the colon and bowels and it had but Kyle still can’t poop at all and is no longer passing gas, so my inkling is that he will have surgery at some point today.
I’m thankful things didn’t get as bad as they did in April because at least this time around he isn’t also septic (yet) and if I had gotten a job in the last few months I would have either had to quit it or get fired because I couldn’t take more time off to deal with all of this. Because Kyle is on so many drugs, I am sorta the liaison between him, his job, his coworkers, and both of our families. His family aint no peach to deal with either… his brother is a nurse, well, graduating with his BSN in nursing in December but he is sooooo opinionated and seriously would rather be right about what’s wrong with Kyle over having him be healthy which is wild to me. He would rather believe that this is all due to his celiac disease and not being 1000% gluten, dairy, and wheat free. He calls to “check on how I am doing” and then chews me out that my microwave, oven, and toaster still are contaminated with prior gluten products and that’s why his bowels are failing. My sister is of the same thought wave which I personally and sincerely disagree with. She would also rather be right than have my husband be well, which is sad.
I thought I would blog just to check in and show I haven’t fallen off the face of the planet and I’m well… surviving. I also thought that I would share our Meal Train link if y’all wanted to read more about Kyle and I’s story and I figure the readers of Precarious Aquarius don’t live anywhere near me, but if you feel so inclined, feel free to donate; anything helps.
I’ll try to keep everything posted for updates.
With love,
Dani
P.S. PLEASE PRAY FOR US 😦
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