Just a hemicolectomy (I)
On that July 10th I woke up with a strong burning in my stomach. I thought it should something minor and tried to keep sleeping, but I couldn't. My usual weight was 80 k.
I ate something to relieve that, but not the yogurt, nor the cheese, nor the juice did.
I went back to bed and the burning started to become unbearable. After a while, I asked my mother for a medication, after all she has experience due to her digestive problems. I swallowed a pill, but I came back when I started vomiting.
I was only able in that morning to have a shower and get dressed. At midday I went to the clinic with my parents. An endless trip; it was a simple route but did a couple of detours and took us a bit longer. I thought I wouldn't arrive.
In the clinic I registered in Emergencies, a nurse took my vital signs and had to wait two hours for the doctor to see me. After all the waiting, the doctor said I had gastritis and they injected me with Ranitidina and saline solution, I don't remember if I was given any pain killer. I guess so, but only after 1 or 2 hours; there was someone in critical condition in the hospital.
I had to spend the rest of the day and the night on a hard, narrow stretcher where I had to roll over very carefully, mi head was touching the wall, my feet a window and I had to change my position constantly due to the hard surface. When my family came, I wanted to drink a juice, but I threw it up. I had to keep without eating anything.
Finally it was day again and I had to wait for a doctor to check me and get out of the clinic. He came, checked, prescribed and discharged me. Happy, I collected my stuff, called my family and waited for them. I hoped that was the end of this history, but I was very wrong.
I ate something to relieve that, but not the yogurt, nor the cheese, nor the juice did.
I went back to bed and the burning started to become unbearable. After a while, I asked my mother for a medication, after all she has experience due to her digestive problems. I swallowed a pill, but I came back when I started vomiting.
I was only able in that morning to have a shower and get dressed. At midday I went to the clinic with my parents. An endless trip; it was a simple route but did a couple of detours and took us a bit longer. I thought I wouldn't arrive.
In the clinic I registered in Emergencies, a nurse took my vital signs and had to wait two hours for the doctor to see me. After all the waiting, the doctor said I had gastritis and they injected me with Ranitidina and saline solution, I don't remember if I was given any pain killer. I guess so, but only after 1 or 2 hours; there was someone in critical condition in the hospital.
I had to spend the rest of the day and the night on a hard, narrow stretcher where I had to roll over very carefully, mi head was touching the wall, my feet a window and I had to change my position constantly due to the hard surface. When my family came, I wanted to drink a juice, but I threw it up. I had to keep without eating anything.
Finally it was day again and I had to wait for a doctor to check me and get out of the clinic. He came, checked, prescribed and discharged me. Happy, I collected my stuff, called my family and waited for them. I hoped that was the end of this history, but I was very wrong.
posted by Carlos @ 8:31 PM
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