Wrecker's Emergency Room Boogaloo
About two months ago I was diagnosed with GERD, gastrosomething reflux disease and was told to start taking Prilosec everyday. No big problem, take my pill in the morning and all is good in the world. Right?
Wrong. In fact, I had no idea how wrong.
On Thursday I took my pill and went on my way. We ordered out pizza for dinner from brick oven place near my work. We've ordered from there before (since I started taking the meds) and never had a problem before. About 11pm, I started getting that old familiar pain in my gut. I went and took some Pepsid but that did nothing. I ended up just going to bed to try and muscle through the pain and get rest. That didn't work out exactly as planned and all said, I got about an hours worth of sleep combined.
Even still, and against my better judgment, I went to work on Friday with a lingering pain in my abdomen. I dealt with the pain over the course of the day and finally 5 rolled around. I hopped in my car Fred Flintstone style and went home.
My doctor had told me that if I were having a particularly hard time, I could take 2 Prilosec, so when I got home I took a second pill and a little while after that sat down to a dinner of grilled chicken and fresh corn; two bland items that should not cause any sort digestive pain.
All this time I had this weird pain in my back that spread all the way across and from the bottom of my shoulder blades on down. It felt like I was being squeezed in a vise (remember this, it will turn up again). Thinking it was sore muscles or tension from not sleeping the night before, I took some Tylenol and had weif rub some Icy Hot on back then I tried to lay down.
Mom-in-Law is a nurse, so weif called her up to see if she had any advice. MiL said to get some Mylanta and that should take care of any heartburn.
Weif went to the store to get some Mylanta for me. She got back, I ripped the lid off and took a big drink. Then I waited. If nothing had happened it would have been better than the something that happened. I was wrong about the level of pain I had up until that point, because now that meep was cranked up to 11. Obviously, something was veeeery wrong so I decided to go to the ER. Weif was running around trying to figure out what to do with the kids, so I just got up, got dressed, told her not to worry about the kids and drove myself to the hospital. That was probably not the best decision in a whole string of bad decisions leading up to this point, but I made it without incident.
Unlike every single ER story I have ever heard, this ER was completely empty but it is a small town, so you can take that for what it's worth.
I got in and explained to the admitting nurse everything I have just explained to you good people. The hooked me up with an IV took some blood for tests. At this point the pain was so bad it was hard to talk or breath and it felt like every muscle in my body was spasming. The nurse hit me with some kick meep pain killer that sent me on my way to happy land. It was just after this that I sent the pics and IMs to Clavis and LORDKAHUNA (one word, meepgot).

My IV

This is my painface
At some point I fell asleep for about an hour which was great and made me almost feel human again. I was woken up by Dr. Hajii who told me that all my symptoms sounded like gall stones and I would be getting a CAT scan to confirm it. This meant that I had to wait two more hours and during that time, drink this vile meep called contrast. That meep is completely awful and if I never taste it again, it'll be too soon. To make things a little better, I got another dose of pain killer (dilotin?) and soon I was being woken up to go over for the CAT scan (which, I unhappily report, has nothing to do with actual cats).
If you haven't had a CAT scan, here's what happens, you drink the contrast which will make your intestines nice and show-uppy on the film, you lay on a sliding table that is moved inside a giant donut shaped spinning camera. They also inject you with a different contrast stuff for your veins that leaves a metallic taste in your mouth. It's tons of fun, especially the throwing up afterwards.
So I was wheeled back to my bed in the ER to wait for the CAT scan results. I threw up a couple more times, the last time being what was left of the dinner I had eaten. It would now be around midnight on Friday. About 1AM, another doctor comes around and tells me that yes, I do have gall stones and the my gall bladder is about the size of a softball and will need to come out as soon as possible. So I am hauled into a wheelchair and taken up to a hospital room to wait for my surgery. I am told that I am not allowed to eat or drink anything, but I can have some ice. After throwing up and having no water to drink for several hours, I am pretty dehydrated, but the pain meds they are giving me keep me pretty comfortable. For the most part, the nurses left me alone except to take my blood pressure, temperature, etc, ask me if I wanted more pain meds (the answer is always YES) then they'd leave me to go back to sleep.
About 7am on Saturday, the doctor who would be doing my surgery came in and introduced himself. He told me what was going on in my guts and that he would be doing the surgery laproscopically through my belly meepon. Basically what this means is that instead of a large incision in my side, there would be four tiny holes made in my abdomen for instruments, the surgery would be done using a camera, the gall bladder would be removed, deflated and extracted through my belly meepon. Instead of a six week recovery, I would be looking at a few days. He also told me that the surgery would not happen until Sunday. All day Saturday, I was rest, be pumped full of antibiotics to reduce the swelling of my gall bladder, and I could try and take in clear liquids.
I spent most of the day sleeping, I say sleeping but it was mostly being knocked out by pain meds. I tried to eat some broth and some jello, but it wasn't really happening, so I mainly stuck to ice water. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, they wanted to monitor if the amount of fluids coming out matched the amounts going in, so every time I got up to meep, I had to pee in a bucket. That is LOADS of fun.
Once midnight rolls around, I am no longer allowed any thing else to drink, but I am going to try and sleep as much as I can so it shouldn't be a big deal. However, it was about this time, my body decided to spike a fever. Not too terribly surprising considering I had this massively infected organ in my gut, but it just something else for the nurses to come wake me hourly for. Also, at some point during the day, this guy got brought into my wing who obviously didn't understand how the nurse call meepon worked and spent his entire time (all day, all night) screaming for the nurse every 10 seconds. Really. I could shut my door and muffle his noise, but soon a nurse would come around and leave my door open, so I'd have to get back up and shut it again. I was wishing that guy would just get on with dying and stop being such a meep about it.
Finally, 7am Sunday rolls around, game time. I am meeping ready for this meep to be getting on. The anesthesiologist comes down to talk to me, tells me not to worry about anything, I am in good hands, he is my own personal bartender. He explains what is going to happen and assures me that I will sleep through the whole thing. I am wheeled into the OR, moved to the table, my IV is hooked up, I am given a shot and...
two hours later I wake up in recovery. I am trying to talk, but I can't, because I still have tubes in my nose and throat. The recovery nurse removes those and I still have no idea where I am. They wheel me back to my room where weif is waiting for me. My mouth is so meeping dry I can hardly talk, but I get some ice water and it is the best tasting thing ever. This respiratory guy comes in and tells me I need to be taking big deep breaths to get the fluid out of my lungs so I don't pneumonia. So I start taking deep breaths and holding them, suddenly I cough and this giant green glob of phlem comes shooting out. it was a good two inches across, really something to be proud of. I coughed up more over the span of the day, but nothing like that one. The nurse wasn't going anywhere until I pissed again, so I am laying there in bed, weif is holding the meep bottle for me. If there was any doubt that Wrecker Weif was a good woman, this put those away. Any woman who will hold your meep bottle for you, then take a picture of it for your friends is completely awesome.

Here is said meep bottle.
The brought me my lunch and I meeping devoured it. Once my gall bladder was out, I felt meeping great. My appetite was back, I could get up and move around more, there wasn't any sharp pains in my gut. I IM'd Clavis and let him know that I was out of surgery and he asked if I had a meep bag for viking points, I told him I didn't, but I did have a bloody fluid drain bag hanging out of my side for viking points. I present said drain bag for your consideration:

I stayed in the hospital until Monday morning when I was finally released to come home. Monday was spent sleeping and eating. I am recovering well. I go back tomorrow to have the drain bag removed and I should be able to go back to work either Thursday or Friday.




Jun09 '09
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Awful experience. Nice meds. Recover well.
Goat
Jun09 '09
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My wife just had her gall bladder taken out a few months ago. It was absolute meep (for her) leading up to it. I feel bad for you.
Jun09 '09
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I feel for you wrecker. Last year my appendix exploded and the MRI showed mushrooms growing everywhere so instead of laproscopy they opened me up from pubic bone to belly meepon to get a good look around. They wanted it to heal up from the inside out so no stitches. Six weeks flat on my back so my guts wouldn't fall out through the gash. I'm with you on the pain meds, more is better. Hope you've got good insurance because I didn't and am now paying off $40,000. Hope you have a quick recovery. Post a pic of your surgery scar and I'll show you the new meep-cheeks they gave me in front.
Jun09 '09
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Well, I certainly hope that Clavis hand delivered the wotak love I sent you.
Feel better, brother.
Jun09 '09
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Ouch! Glad your feeling better man.
Jun09 '09
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that is some icky meep. did it come out like egg yolk?
Jun09 '09
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missus nurglets had a laproscopic procedure yesterday to remove an offending object in her abdomen, took her home today loaded up with pain meds and she's still in a lot of discomfort with 3 entry wounds and whatever work done inside, so I can understand your post op state. get well soon.
also, have you spoken to your brother recently?
Jun09 '09
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dilotin dilaudid? Sounds like some good meep:
with the result that hydromorphone is somewhat faster-acting and about eight times stronger than morphine and about three times stronger than heroin on a milligram basis
Jun09 '09
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Congratulations on taking lead score in the Organ Deletion race. Your gall can be beaten by a partial liver removal, so if anyone wants to grab the brass ring, you know what needs to be outed.
Jun09 '09
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Mofo: that's the stuff.
Jun09 '09
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Super story. Glad you aren't dead. Actually, you might have been about to die and yet you still made sure we got pics, NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL COMMITMENT. Good skills.
(>^^)>HUGZ<(^^<)
Jun09 '09
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Of drugs, Mofo knows.
Sorry bout your plight dude. So what are the long-term implications of having no gall?
Jun10 '09
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here's hoping that your soul patch escapes your body as violently as did your gall bladder :-)
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There was a swarmer named wrecker his tummy ache kicked him to the decker He thought he had a brass ball instead it was a big meep gall So his wief held the pot while he held his meep
Jun10 '09
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As far as long term implications of not having a gall bladder, the way the doctor explained it, there really aren't any.
Food goes into your stomach where stomach acids start breaking them down. Proteins and carbs go first since they are the easiest. Fats are last, since they are the hardest to break down and more often than not enter your intestines undigested. At this point your intestines give a call up to the liver for some bile to help break this fats down. Occasionally, there's too much for the liver to handle, so it passes a call along to the gall bladder, who sends down even more bile, since that is all the gall bladder does, produces bile.
All said, the gall bladder is about one level above the appendix when it comes to actual usefulness, but ranks top marks (along with the appendix) in useless organs that will try to kill you, if for no other reason than to remind you that they exist.
Basically, the long term implications for me, are that I will start eating a low fat diet, will lose some weight and actually be in better shape than I was before all this.
Jun11 '09
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diet tip: dietary fat doesn't make you fat
well hurf my durf!
Jun11 '09
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Thanks for the tip Prof. Keen Bean, but if it's all the same, I'll continue to take my post-gall bladder removal dietary advice from a professional. If my doctor tells me to keep my dietary fat intake under 50 grams a day, and, oh by the way, a positive by product of that will include some weight loss, then I am inclined to believe the guy who successfully cut me open, removed organs, and closed me back up without killing me over some snarky internet meep.
Have a nice day.
Jun11 '09
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Hold up there, Jack Spratt. Have you considered the implications to the cattle industry? The National Cattlemen's Beef Association might have a stake in this, and they play hardball.
Jun12 '09
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I have, and not to worry. The ultra low fat intake diet is only temporary until my body adjusts to my liver regulating the bile, then beef is back on the menu.
It will of course be only the finest beef that money can buy, so I am fairly certain that the Beef Industry and I are going to be cool going forward.
It is the Pork Industry that I am worried about, since numbers 1, 2, and 3 on the baninated foods list is sausage, sausage and bacon. This makes me weep openly and gnash my teeth.
Jun12 '09
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if dietary fat makes you fat, then why do we not feed cows fat in order to fatten them up? cuz like we feed them corn. carbohydrates.
seems like in generations of farming, they could have figured out something so simple...
but yeah the dude that cut you open probably has experience with diet, and i'm sure he's physically in great shape (lol j/k he probably has a disgusting body)
Jun12 '09
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hey my dentist took my teeth out but i don't suppose he'll tell me about my gallbladder, y'know??
Jun12 '09
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to meep with the meep bottle
get well soon
Jun12 '09
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Whatever was I thinking questioning the obvious brilliance of Dr. Thaddeus B. Nocal, Internet Doctor Extraordinaire? I mean, how can a real doctor even compete with the infinite intelligence of such a world reknowned smarty-pants like you?
MEEP MEEP! Make way for the Know-It-All-Nocal Express!!! Loaded with boxcars full of meep nobody asked for.
Jun14 '09
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hm yes the dude who can't differentiate between lipids is the one who has a handle on things
guessing it's not the avocado and coconut that made your fat body try to kill itself...
and the fact of the matter is, whether or not you should cut back on fat due to your gall bladder, dietary fat doesn't make you fat, which was my point that you in no way whatsoever refuted. and neither did your surgeon. so perhaps now is the time to get your learn on about health and do some reading or something.
Jun14 '09
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Nocal: Again with the meep that no one asked for. Although I do see what this is all about now. Your obvious meep manlove for me is causing you to stay engaged on this conversation that everyone else was able to glance at and move on from. I appreciate your concern for my health and your dedication to this thread, and while I am a bit flattered at your advances I need to tell you that I don't play for your team. This doesn't mean that we can't still be friends, because far be it from me to judge another.
Anyway, I was going to offer you a hug, but I think that might send the wrong message, so I will just shake your hand.
P.S. The term "fattening up" when referring to cattle, actually has zero to do with fat. The beef industry does not want fat cows, it wants large lean cows, which is why they feed them the foods that they do. Your argument about "why don't we feed cows fat" was just silly and a bit ignorant on your part. Not really your fault since I'm sure you didn't grow up on a beef cattle ranch and have not been exposed to such things.
Jun14 '09
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nocal: ''dietary fat doesn't make you fat...''
Well, now you're just being meeping stupid. Not only does excessive dietary fat help make you fat (if you are not active enough), it also plugs up your meeping arteries and forces your body to produce more bile and acid to digest it... one of which can work your gall bladder to death and the other of which makes your body less efficient at converting oxygen and food to the energy it needs to survive.
Please use this bit of knowledge as a primer and then go read any dietary book other than one written by Atkins.
Also, I would pay 500 roses to watch Wrecker destroy your meep with his entire fist.
Jun14 '09
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On Wednesday, I got the drain tube removed. The doctor snipped the stitches holding it in place, then told me "you might feel a little pressure". He grabbed it and pulled. The drain tube was in a hole on the right side of my abdomen, when he pulled it felt like the left side of my abdomen was being yanked across and through the hole. I screamed like a meep because it hurt like a mothermeeper, but then it was over and I didn't have this extra weight hanging off the side of my body like a little plastic bloody Kuato. The doctor gave me my note stating that I was allowed to return to work on Monday.
I drove the four miles home with the wife following me, since the car had been parked at the hospital since the night I had gone to the ER. That was the longest four miles of my life and took all of my concentration to get home safe.
On Thursday, I was still completely wiped out, but tried to get up and around as much as I could. We went to the store and I was stumbling around, running into stuff. The vertigo was the worst. All of a sudden I would have to pause and wait for the world to stop spinning.
On Friday, I made weif take me out to go walking trying to get my energy level back up. We stayed out for about two hours and as long as I was outside, I tended to do a lot better.
Saturday was a complete change, since I actually felt really good. I didn't have the random pains in my abdomen, and I didn't feel like I needed a nap every few hours. The stitches are itching like meep, but other than that, they are tolerable.
Today, I am all done with the antibiotics and I haven't taken any pain meds since Thursday. I weighed myself today (and I am not saying this to try and quantify anything, this is just an observation and statement of fact) and found that I weigh 14 pounds less than I did when they admitted me to the hospital. I am ready to go back to work tomorrow but I am not looking forward to the logjam of meep that I am sure has piled up in my absence.
I think this brings this tale to an end. On a related note, I meep about four times a day now.
Jun15 '09
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R.I.P. 14lb Gallbladder (and nocal's wrectum)
Jun15 '09
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OK, I'm wading into this dietery fat vs weightloss debate with ninja stealth mode. Without evidence other than real life and anectdotal (the best, ehhh???? Like scientific method-lite.)
Having cut out over 90% of my dairy fat since 2007 (used to down 1 gal 1% every two days and mucho soft cheeses - mozz, etc.) and dropping red meat intake from 2 lbs/week to around .25 lbs/week (average), while keeping everything else pretty much the same (caloric, carbs), I have dropped 20 lbs.
So, for my biochem, the drop in fat intake had a direct corrolation to weight loss.
Jun15 '09
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Surgery like this is a great way to kick start weight loss. When my appendix burst and I had to have that fun surgery to get all the pieces out (I think I posted pics at the time), I lost about 10 pounds over 5 days in the hospital, and then followed that up with the Weight Watchers point system. Ended up losing 30+ pounds in a month and a half! Good luck, happy to hear you're feelin better!
Jun16 '09
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Jeebus, we're getting older, aren't we? Very soon, it will be like "Nocal broke his hip" and "can you recommend a good walker."
Jul14 '09
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Also, I would pay 500 roses to watch Wrecker destroy your meep with his entire fist.
Aug01 '09
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Just got the bill from this little adventure: over $31,000. Insurance covered all but $224. w00ts.