I am aliiiiiiive. Yup. Not to mention at home. I flipped a shit yesterday after having to deal with my “assigned” surgeon and his shit-head-know-it-all logic. I spent the day doing light exercise, sneaking crackers and water to test my obstruction, and basically arguing with him and his team. By about 4 pm I had it. I called my nurses in, my doctors already knew I was going AMA, and told them I was leaving by 6:30 with or with out needed paperwork.
Basically what happened was, I have (had) an obstruction in my small intestine thanks to my Crohns Disease. Second one in over a year. Just like last year, it’s not a normal obstruction, just swelling around where the fistula is, blocking the way. So in order to get the swelling down, I need to be on steroids and anti-biotics. My GI doctor *is* on board with surgery, but also understands that I need to be at home with my daughter and back to work as soon as possible. The Urologist and Head PA also understood the need to plan out surgery instead of going gung-ho. So after chatting with all of them and ignoring surgeon boy I decided it was time to go. All of them know that I don’t stay for observation. I am planning and going back to have the resection done, but down the line, when I can arrange time off with work, and get everything taken care of house-wise.
I am feeling much better, that’s mostly because I’m at home though. I always take my bedroom for granted. Man I missed sleeping in my own bed and THROUGH the night, even if it was just for a couple of days. I love my 3rd shift nurses and most of them remember me or get used to me quickly but man do I hate being woken up for blood draws and vitals. So home and rest it is. My plans for the weekend are to take it easy. Heal. And get spoiled by the boyfriend and kiddo. I’m a lucky girl.