Took a few days off from the world.
Oct 6, I had a fasting blood draw, routine thing. Was hungry, it was 3 pm. Went to jersey mike’s got a Italian #13. I know right 🤪
3 hours later, felt like a bayonet was goring me in the belly button. I thought gawd maybe gas pains, started puking. Puked every 3-4 hours for 3-1/2 days. Wasnt nothin left to puke cept my nuts.
Threw in the towel, went to the ER on that Saturday. Told em I had food poisoning been toughing it out at the house. They seen my hernia and labeled me with intestinal entrapment. Fuggers wouldnt listen to me, I’ve had the same hernia for 4 years never any gut pinches or issues.
Got sucked into the institution, still puking my brains out. Ended up having to prove I didnt have a folded intestine by drinking pass-thru contrast. Chit tasted like dow bathroom cleaner. Cant eat for 24 hours during that test. Hell I had not eaten for several days before. surgeon said all was good not kinks.
While I was barfing for several days, it caused my transplant to go into renal failure due dehydration. They had to deal with that, put me on iv fluids to bring my kidney back online. Worked it back slowly. All the while still barfing. No intake of food.
They sent 6 thug nurses into my room and forced and N-G into my nose down my throat into my stomach. I yanked it right back out told em no damn way I was having that. Vengeful MD(internist) made me submit to the contrast pass thru test again, she was convinced my guts were still knotted up cause I wouldnt stop barfing. Was only puking up green bile. I told them they were flooding me with too much iv fluids. I puked up the contrast ruined a 24 hour test. They tried to sweet talk me back into the N-G tube. N fing way.
8 days in, I told the docs get my paperwork or whatever, I was leaving in two hours. Signed a statement that I understood I was leaving “AMA” against medical advice.
Been home last few days, running back and forth doing labs to prove I’m better off at home than there.
Been weak as hell, only last 3 days been able to finally eat some small meals. Very small.
Docs never listened to me about my idea of getting sick from that sandwich, they just seen my hernia and went off on a side adventure thinking my small bowel was pinched off. I basically had to fight off whatever listeria or gawd knows what I had gotten a hold off on my own. They kept me doped up so much it was hard to fight them. Wife was Utah, couldn’t get a flight that didn’t cost less than $900. So she drove a rental car for two days straight to help me GTFO out of that hospital.
