Funny how almost is irrelevant when it never happens to you.
You either died or you didn't.
I guess I almost died. So I didn't die.
The picture you see here is from me on Wednesday the 4th. In the emergency room. Nasogastric tube is pumping out shit as you can see near my face. Gross. They are doing a fluid bolus into me and my temperature is still rising. I told them to take my temperature, I knew I was having a fever, and I was right. Yup not good. Everyone was really scared, somehow I told my dad to take a picture. I might have been the least scared. Everyone was kinda looking at me like I was already dead or dying.
The previous evening I woke up from the most severe pain I have ever felt and as a result could not move. I had been discharged on tuesday the 3rd. Tired. And sick of hospitals.
The medics came.
"whats the problem"
"I can't move because it hurts too much"
In ambulance "did you take the tylenol prescribed to you"
"not yet"
"why not? It will help you with your pain"
If I could have sat up and choked the life out of brice(the dipshit medic) right then and there I would have.
But I couldn't.
They took some x-rays. Gave me a ton of pain medications and fluids. Sent me on a ambulance ride back up to seattle. Long ride.
Somehow I managed to ask the medic taking me to seattle(much more kind and competent) if he had seen Bringing out the Dead.
"I own it" he says.
"great movie" I say.
So I get back to Swedish. The surgeon looks visibly shaken. Nancy is not in a good way. As she knows everything they are saying. Note to everyone, medical ignorance is a GOOD THING when you or someone you know is really sick. That way they can tell you "little" lies and make you feel better. Emergency surgery later that day. About 3-4 hour long surgery i think.
I wake up. Feeling surprisingly in less pain. And a 6 inch incision in my stomach with staples.
So as it turned out, I had a portion of small intestine so full of fluid it strangulated itself. Creating severe blockage and pain. The surgeon said as big as a python. But it is gone now. And on Friday the 6th I had a bowel movement and they sent me on my way. I'm off pain medication and shall return to work on Tuesday. No heavy lifting, but other than that normal. I lost around 12lbs in the hospital. Surgeon discharged me from his care yesterday.
Now I know what pain level I should feel post surgery.
Good to know for next time.
Feeling better. I tire easily.
A 10-2 Iowa season? We should be happier than shit. Instead the fanbase is complaining about not winning a national championship. Because when the fuck did that EVER happen at Iowa. 1958? Seriously. None of you were born. Shut the fuck up. Iowa is not as good as any team in the top 10.
That is why Iowa is such a great team.
Duh. But not national title material. Never was. Probably never will be.
And that is okay.
It is Iowa.
