Post by Bear on Jul 24, 2005 20:20:46 GMT -5
What a crazy few weeks it has been for Ol' Papa Bear. It all started about 3 weeks ago this past Wednesday. I was busy with work knowing that on the 10th of July Mrs. Bear and I were going to Minneapolis for about 8 days with out the cub. Man, a week with just us. I must have been dreaming , and was. That night I ran on the treadmill for an hour. When I was done I had some stomach cramping. No problem, I will just sleep it off.
I woke up Thursday morning with a dull pain in my gut. Me, well I am the type of guy that shrugs it off and goes about my business. By the end of my work day it was hurting pretty good. Hurting? that just means it is heeling. I went to bed, if you can call rolling around moaning for 8 hours going to bed (get you mind out of the gutter).
Friday morning I crawled out of bed with some pain. Mrs. Bear wanted me to go into the doctor and make sure it wasn't my appendix before I left for our trip. I said once again I would be fine. If it still hurt after work I would go to the doctor.
The ride to work was just H...E..double hockey sticks. Every bump was more excruciating then the next. I got to my shop and told my business partner, aka my pop, I was going to do payroll and leave for the doctor. Man, my employees have a great boss. I drove myself in unbelievable pain to the hospital where Mrs. Bear works. They got me in to a room quickly due to the lack of sick people.
The doctor came in and poked, prodded, and stuck things ....................lets leave this part out. After many tests it was determined I had Diverticulitis, basically an infected colon due to pouches forming and getting clogged with undigested food. 31 years old with an old man's disease. To top it off I had lost close to 25 pounds the past few months with exercise and diet and thought I was in the best shape of my life.
I got admitted into the hospital, and with my luck it was on Mrs. Bear's floor. You see, Mrs. Bear is the boss of that floor and all the nurses really didn't want to take care of the boss's husband. I think they drew straws or went by seniority or something. The ER doctor said I would need at least 24 hours IV antibiotics to fight the infection. That gave me roughly 40 hours before my plane left on Sunday.
They had me on a clear liquid diet for the rest of that day. I was so hungry that night I didn't sleep a wink. Even the morphine didn't knock me out all though it did help the pain. On Saturday morning I got more great news from my doctor who had taken over. I had at least 4 more days in the hospital. Apparently I let the pain go so long I almost abscessed my colon basically meaning I almost had a big section of my colon removed.
There goes our plane tickets. I spent the next 2 days on a medical liquids diet and constant IV. By Monday I was bored out of my skull and was even told on Sunday that I may have to be there another week. When the doctor did come in on Monday he was surprised how my white count took a huge drop down. That meant the infection should be all but wiped out. The angle of mercy sent me home, but said he may think twice about trying to salvage our trip. The heck with authority, I am going.
more to come of my 3 weeks of craziness soon..............
I woke up Thursday morning with a dull pain in my gut. Me, well I am the type of guy that shrugs it off and goes about my business. By the end of my work day it was hurting pretty good. Hurting? that just means it is heeling. I went to bed, if you can call rolling around moaning for 8 hours going to bed (get you mind out of the gutter).
Friday morning I crawled out of bed with some pain. Mrs. Bear wanted me to go into the doctor and make sure it wasn't my appendix before I left for our trip. I said once again I would be fine. If it still hurt after work I would go to the doctor.
The ride to work was just H...E..double hockey sticks. Every bump was more excruciating then the next. I got to my shop and told my business partner, aka my pop, I was going to do payroll and leave for the doctor. Man, my employees have a great boss. I drove myself in unbelievable pain to the hospital where Mrs. Bear works. They got me in to a room quickly due to the lack of sick people.
The doctor came in and poked, prodded, and stuck things ....................lets leave this part out. After many tests it was determined I had Diverticulitis, basically an infected colon due to pouches forming and getting clogged with undigested food. 31 years old with an old man's disease. To top it off I had lost close to 25 pounds the past few months with exercise and diet and thought I was in the best shape of my life.
I got admitted into the hospital, and with my luck it was on Mrs. Bear's floor. You see, Mrs. Bear is the boss of that floor and all the nurses really didn't want to take care of the boss's husband. I think they drew straws or went by seniority or something. The ER doctor said I would need at least 24 hours IV antibiotics to fight the infection. That gave me roughly 40 hours before my plane left on Sunday.
They had me on a clear liquid diet for the rest of that day. I was so hungry that night I didn't sleep a wink. Even the morphine didn't knock me out all though it did help the pain. On Saturday morning I got more great news from my doctor who had taken over. I had at least 4 more days in the hospital. Apparently I let the pain go so long I almost abscessed my colon basically meaning I almost had a big section of my colon removed.
There goes our plane tickets. I spent the next 2 days on a medical liquids diet and constant IV. By Monday I was bored out of my skull and was even told on Sunday that I may have to be there another week. When the doctor did come in on Monday he was surprised how my white count took a huge drop down. That meant the infection should be all but wiped out. The angle of mercy sent me home, but said he may think twice about trying to salvage our trip. The heck with authority, I am going.
more to come of my 3 weeks of craziness soon..............