Due to circumstances waaaaaay beyond our control...
So anyone who I hung around with in late Sept, early October probably noticed that I really wasn't myself lately. A couple of friends kept asking me if I was alright, and at work they all started to get a little worried because I was starting to look really bad. Always thirsty, always in the bathroom, always complaining of pain in the stomach, and Jaie had to sit there and watch as I down a million different medications for my stomach, just for a few minutes of supposed relief. Finally on 10/04, I go to the hospital because the pain is way way way out of control. I figured they'd shoot an x-ray, find out something was wrong, give me pills, and send my happy ass on my way.
Instead they discovered:
Necrotic Pancreatitis : An inflammation of the pancreas, an organ of your body important to the regulation of pretty much everything you eat. I was admitted, had a tube shoved up my nose (which thankfully was removed a couple of hours later), and given gobs and gobs of pain medication. As my stay there stretched from overnight to days, I began to learn that some serious damage had been done. One of the things that your pancreas regulates is blood sugar. Since mine had gotten inflammed and necrotic (a good word for dying), I had become a full on raging Diabetic. How do we fix all of these issues?
1) Stop Eating - most of the time I was in the hospital I was N.P.O. (latin: non per os), which is how medicos say, you don't get any food. All of my nutrition came from this rank ass bag of suspect yellow fluid that ran into my IV...when it wasn't being used for Dilaudid. Two weeks on this really really sucked. As a side note, now I have to slowly teach myself to eat again...
2) Diabetic Teaching - Now I have to take 2 shots a day for the forseeable future. Doctors have said that if my pancreas is allowed to heal, I may be able to stop that, but there's too many ifs, so I might as well get used to it.
After the second week in the hospital, I began to fret that I would never be released, would forever have to walk around with an IV pole named Stan...the only reall saving grace was Jaie, who was there almost every day. Sometimes it felt like she came to the rescue. Just when hope started to feel lost, they started to allow me to eat again...after a few days they released me...on October 28th. I've lost 50lbs. And it will be a little while before I feel normal. THanks everyone that came out to see me...I don't deserve friends like these.
Los, Yohan, Debbie, Shirley, Jessica, Cameron, Shelly, and my family...if anyone else came, and I was too drugged to remember...thank you as well...
-BMF
Instead they discovered:
Necrotic Pancreatitis : An inflammation of the pancreas, an organ of your body important to the regulation of pretty much everything you eat. I was admitted, had a tube shoved up my nose (which thankfully was removed a couple of hours later), and given gobs and gobs of pain medication. As my stay there stretched from overnight to days, I began to learn that some serious damage had been done. One of the things that your pancreas regulates is blood sugar. Since mine had gotten inflammed and necrotic (a good word for dying), I had become a full on raging Diabetic. How do we fix all of these issues?
1) Stop Eating - most of the time I was in the hospital I was N.P.O. (latin: non per os), which is how medicos say, you don't get any food. All of my nutrition came from this rank ass bag of suspect yellow fluid that ran into my IV...when it wasn't being used for Dilaudid. Two weeks on this really really sucked. As a side note, now I have to slowly teach myself to eat again...
2) Diabetic Teaching - Now I have to take 2 shots a day for the forseeable future. Doctors have said that if my pancreas is allowed to heal, I may be able to stop that, but there's too many ifs, so I might as well get used to it.
After the second week in the hospital, I began to fret that I would never be released, would forever have to walk around with an IV pole named Stan...the only reall saving grace was Jaie, who was there almost every day. Sometimes it felt like she came to the rescue. Just when hope started to feel lost, they started to allow me to eat again...after a few days they released me...on October 28th. I've lost 50lbs. And it will be a little while before I feel normal. THanks everyone that came out to see me...I don't deserve friends like these.
Los, Yohan, Debbie, Shirley, Jessica, Cameron, Shelly, and my family...if anyone else came, and I was too drugged to remember...thank you as well...
-BMF