It all happened starting at 01:55 hrs and finishing at about 02:20 hrs. I was at work at the Air Canada Cargo hanger, sitting down trying to finish a sudoku game that was mocking me. All of a sudden out of nowhere, I feel pain in my stomach. So I call for relief to go to the washroom, and on the way there it gets worse, and worse, and worse. By the time I'm in the 2nd floor washroom I am in incredible amounts of pain. My stomach feels like it is turning inside out on itself. As a matter of fact it hurt so much I wasn't able to walk by now. I tried lying down on the benches in the change room, nothing, standing up nothing, it's just getting worse and worse. I make it to the dining room, and by this time I am in so much pain my mouth is bone dry from fear. It suddenly hit's me, I might die. This isn't normal it hurt so much, that the body was starting to react in response to it, leading up to unconsciouses. So I go in to the security office and tell them call the Airport Emergency Response crews (Airport 911). I lay down in between two chairs there slowly sipping cold watter to keep my mouth from drying out. At this point I am shaking and freaking out, thinking what the heck is going on. How can this happen like this out of nowhere, just like *BAM* pain in the stomach. I start thinking maybe I should call my family and tell them I'm OK and ill talk to them later, just so they hear from be before someone else calls if something happens. And that combination of cold water, and the certain way I was lying down between those two chairs, and the way my stomach was stretching there, It started to get bearable.
Just as the firefighters, paramedics and the airport response was on site (i'm thinking holly sh*t its only stomach pain, not a burning plane). So the paramedics come in talk to me and during that time the pain completly, and I mean absolutely and completely disappears, just as fast as it appeared. So the paramedics tell me that it was most likely a blocked small intestine. That can cause massive amounts of pain and comes and goes just like that without any warning. They also say they can take me to the hospital and get a full check out there, I decline, I don't want to spend the next 7 hours waiting in a hospital, i'll probably see a family doctor later in the week, just to make sure its nothing serious.
PART 2, next.
god bless canada, in my lovely third world country, you'd be sent to the police station for false emergency report
was this at pearson?
was this at pearson?
How did you know, ever been in that big ass automated hanger?
I end up not going to the fmily doctor at all after this, and just shake it off, and hope it never happenes again. And for 2 weeks, nothing happened. But then late at night as I am going t bed, I lie there and I feel this slight pain in my stomach, that quickly just keeps on building up. Eventualy it gets so bad, that I have no way of describing how unbarable it was. So I call 911, it took them 15 minutes to get here, during that time I tried my best not to pass out, the pan as f**king intense, I just layed there on the bed going HNNNNNGGH, and ONCE AGAIN, they get there and the stomach pain completly and totaly goes away. This time I go to the hospital, and end up waiting about 8 hours in nothing more than that gown, I get a x ray of my stomach, and some other thing I don't remember. The doctor comes and tels me it's constapation, go home get some Milk of Magnesia, and that's that. SO I am thinking OK, that's some costapation.
sup op, you sure that's not stomachal kidney stones?
A well written account about something other than a girl...please continue!
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But please continueee!
sup op, you sure that's not stomachal kidney stones?
wat
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op is stupid why didnt you type it out beforehand then just ctrl v this shift
I get home get my self some of that laxative, drink some, hmmm, nothing happening, drink more, HOLLY F**K WASHROOM NAU !! Ok, so im thinking here all's good now, please no more of that pain. ANd for a week all was good, untill I got a reasonably managable and steady pain for the whole day, so I went to my family doctor. I tell him what happened up untill now. And he sets me up for an ultrasound, and this being Canada, and it all being free, there is a waiting list, so I have to wait 2 weeks. About 3 days latter, I get the intense OH MY GOD I AM GONNA DIE GIMME MORPHENE pain, and call 911 again end go to emergency room again, but guess what, by the time the ambulance gets there he pain is gone completly, again.
sup op, you sure that's not stomachal kidney stones?
More likely renal stomach stones.
F**kin... guy.
op is stupid why didnt you type it out beforehand then just ctrl v this shift
I don't know.... I just I... i dont know
holy sh*t op your misterious pain is trolling you
More likely renal stomach stones.
F**kin... guy.
How the tit does something from your kidney get into your stomach?
Its all psychological you pu**y.
How the tit does something from your kidney get into your stomach?
you clearly dont know sh*t about medicine
OP I hope you have an answer and not a question, this isn't doctoanonymous
you clearly dont know sh*t about medicine
Hense the question derp
I go back to the family doctor the next day, and he writes me a medical priority form, I go to the hospital that same day I spend a good part of the day there, but things move fast tough. I go in and they take my blood, then I get a ultrasound (there where a lot of pregnant women there), then when I change for my ultrasound this nice looking girl is in university studying for her doctor-whatever, and they ask for premission from me if she can do the ultrasound first, then the doctor is gong to come in and do it as well, so she can get 1st hand experience. I say OK, a double check never hurt anyone, and the girl was nice looking, magine getting rubed with some lotion and scanned by a nice girl. ANWAYS, I get the thing done and they all quiet and discussing stuff, while im going AM I GONNA DIE? Then they give me a sealed envelope to take back to the admissions, and I get there, and they give me a bed, while I am freaking out, not knowing hat's going on.
OP, sounds like Crohn's disease. I had something similar but I went to the hospital once the pain got bad within the hour and I had thrown up everything my stomach so they were able to get a CAT scan of the obstruction.
So I lie on the bed there for a while, lisening to other people talking with the doctors, for stupid reasons they are there, like some kid brought in by his mom, because he got hot or something while playing a sport in school and they want a f**king MRI to check for a concusion, I mean LOLWUT? kid you got hit by a soccer ball, and you want a f**king MRI WHILE I AM DYING HERE??
Then they take my blood again, and that's a lot of blood by now, for one day. Then the dude taking the blood tels me they are checking some levels in my blood because they are dangerously high, and if they don't stabalize i'll need emergency surgery right there. And I go oh f**k. So it ends up that I had some major gal blader stones, and I passed a fiew. SO I stay there for another 2 hours, and everything stabilized. THEN the same doctor that told me that first time in the emergency room that it was constepation comes up and tels me its gal blader stones, (how do you trust him now?) During my time there I saw people cying, people in incredible pain, and everything in between. Sh*t sux. SO now they set me up with a surgery in 2 months. TO completly remove the gal blader.
How did you know, ever been in that big ass automated hanger?
i just assumed, air canada operates some pretty big hangars around pearson
Then they take my blood again, and that's a lot of blood by now, for one day. Then the dude taking the blood tels me they are checking some levels in my blood because they are dangerously high, and if they don't stabalize i'll need emergency surgery right there. And I go oh f**k. So it ends up that I had some major gal blader stones, and I passed a fiew. SO I stay there for another 2 hours, and everything stabilized. THEN the same doctor that told me that first time in the emergency room that it was constepation comes up and tels me its gal blader stones, (how do you trust him now?) During my time there I saw people cying, people in incredible pain, and everything in between. Sh*t sux. SO now they set me up with a surgery in 2 months. TO completly remove the gal blader.
what if you die meanwhile?
Then they take my blood again, and that's a lot of blood by now, for one day. Then the dude taking the blood tels me they are checking some levels in my blood because they are dangerously high, and if they don't stabalize i'll need emergency surgery right there. And I go oh f**k. So it ends up that I had some major gal blader stones, and I passed a fiew. SO I stay there for another 2 hours, and everything stabilized. THEN the same doctor that told me that first time in the emergency room that it was constepation comes up and tels me its gal blader stones, (how do you trust him now?) During my time there I saw people cying, people in incredible pain, and everything in between. Sh*t sux. SO now they set me up with a surgery in 2 months. TO completly remove the gal blader.
Two l's, "gall bladder"
I've had what the OP is talking about before. F**king horrible pain but it goes away after a few minutes like nothing happened.
I usually just take the pain like a man. Never seen the docs about it - Britf** here so I know the true value of national health services. Free is awesome.
I've had what the OP is talking about before. F**king horrible pain but it goes away after a few minutes like nothing happened.
I usually just take the pain like a man. Never seen the docs about it - Britf** here so I know the true value of national health services. Free is awesome.
you pay taxes for it dipsh*t, it's not free.
2 months later with some serious dieting (meaning I ate NOTHING ith any sort of fat in it at all, I lost 7kg of weight) I go to the hospital, check myself in. Then they give me those open ass robes to change in to and take EVERYTHING else off, no underware. YAY. Then they tell me to leave all my stuff in this drawer, freaky, I am thinking if I die, this is where my family picks my stuff up. Then I go to a wating area, and wait, and wait, and wait. Then the nurse gives me a cocktail of pills to swallow. Meanwhile I am freezing, I have nothing on but this gown. Not even shooes. So I have all this free time to shiver and to think of all the things that could go wrong. Then finaly the doctors come in ask bunch of questions, then I walk with this nice girl nurse to the operating room, this being my first time in one, I sh*t brix when I see the table and all the tons of equipment around it. SO then they tell me to undoo the back of the robe, so everyone can see my ass, then lie down on the table. Then they cover me with this really warm blankes, so comfortable.
you pay taxes for it dipsh*t, it's not free.
taxes - everyone paying a portion of income to gov't which pumps it back into economy
insurance premium - everyone paying a portion of income to corporate fatcats
Then they hook up the EKG stuff on, and I can hear the hartbeat, that suckes, I can't lisen to my own hartbeat because I then get freaked out and get palpatations. But none of that would matter soon. Then they stick that IV needle in to my arm. That felt like geting nailed by a fricking 2 by 4, and inject some stuff that I still to this day WANT SOO BAD, because within seconds, everything felt just right with the world. Everything was so warm and smooth, and soft, and nice. And in this beautifull slow motion. I felt so f**king good. Then they asked me about tooth filings, because they would need to stick this breathing tube down my throat when I pass out. That was fine by me, because that sounded so nice and smooth. I wanted to touch the nurses ass, but they restrained my arms and legs. Then they conected some breathig mask to my face, I remember looking up at the light and then the next thing I remember is this pressure on my arm from the pressure monitor, waking me up for a split second, then, the next thing I remember was this nurse puling something down and looking at my belly or something, I remember wanting to pull up my pants, witch i didn't have on, then next thing I remember was waking up. ANd feeling so smooth.
2 months later with some serious dieting (meaning I ate NOTHING ith any sort of fat in it at all, I lost 7kg of weight) I go to the hospital, check myself in. Then they give me those open ass robes to change in to and take EVERYTHING else off, no underware. YAY. Then they tell me to leave all my stuff in this drawer, freaky, I am thinking if I die, this is where my family picks my stuff up. Then I go to a wating area, and wait, and wait, and wait. Then the nurse gives me a cocktail of pills to swallow. Meanwhile I am freezing, I have nothing on but this gown. Not even shooes. So I have all this free time to shiver and to think of all the things that could go wrong. Then finaly the doctors come in ask bunch of questions, then I walk with this nice girl nurse to the operating room, this being my first time in one, I sh*t brix when I see the table and all the tons of equipment around it. SO then they tell me to undoo the back of the robe, so everyone can see my ass, then lie down on the table. Then they cover me with this really warm blankes, so comfortable.
I've been there OP. Those blankets are f**kin awsome.
You have the wpm of a 5yo OP
You have the wpm of a 5yo OP
I am tiered, it's been a long day I woke up at 8 and only slept for 3.5 hours before waking up and stuff.
Plus im high on valium or some sh*t.
Then they hook up the EKG stuff on, and I can hear the hartbeat, that suckes, I can't lisen to my own hartbeat because I then get freaked out and get palpatations. But none of that would matter soon. Then they stick that IV needle in to my arm. That felt like geting nailed by a fricking 2 by 4, and inject some stuff that I still to this day WANT SOO BAD, because within seconds, everything felt just right with the world. Everything was so warm and smooth, and soft, and nice. And in this beautifull slow motion. I felt so f**king good. Then they asked me about tooth filings, because they would need to stick this breathing tube down my throat when I pass out. That was fine by me, because that sounded so nice and smooth. I wanted to touch the nurses ass, but they restrained my arms and legs. Then they conected some breathig mask to my face, I remember looking up at the light and then the next thing I remember is this pressure on my arm from the pressure monitor, waking me up for a split second, then, the next thing I remember was this nurse puling something down and looking at my belly or something, I remember wanting to pull up my pants, witch i didn't have on, then next thing I remember was waking up. ANd feeling so smooth.
WTF
I've had two major surgeries, and being put under sucks my balls. I never felt high, relaxed, or anything.
After faling asleep and waking up more times than I could remember, I had to put back on my clothes. It was the hardest and most physicaly painfull thing ever. It f**king hurt big time, the hardest was puting on my socks and shooes. Holly crap trying to bend over felt like getting shot, over and over repeatetly. It took me a good 20 minutes to put on my socks, underware, shorts, and tshirt and shooes. Then after drinking some nice juce, I went home, and just sat there, thinking, that only a fiew hours ago I had holes cut in to me and a part of me cut out and removed. ANd now I am siting here all ok. Wow, modern helthcare for the win. Then the sharp shoulder pains started. Holly f**king sh*t man. Really sharp shoulder pains, they have me Tylonol #3 for it, the strongest one. That worked. But I could NOT lie down to sleep, way to painfull so I moved in with my auntie and uncle in bel Air.
i had a surgery once, and i had no happy feeling. it was an iv sedation, and all it did was make me fall asleep in like seconds, then i was tired for like 5 hrs after the surgery. no happy :(
I guess it depends on the anaesthetic they use.
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