Everyone has been sick at one point or another in their lives. It’s just a plain fact. Everyone gets sick. But there’s sick, and then there’s sick. And on Monday I was sick. Between the diarrhea, the vomiting, and the stomach pain, I thought my world was winding down.
My wife rushed me up to the emergency room as soon as she got home from work. Sitting in that waiting room was more agonizing than laying at home in bed. It was a crowded scene, that is, until I threw up in the garbage can. When I looked up there was suddenly plenty of new-found space surrounding me.
After a series of CT scans, I was admitted to the hospital that night. They determined I had a stricture in my bowel and there was an obstruction. I was given some medicine for the pain and more medication for the nausea. They fed me fluids through an IV, and then… I began to feel better.
O sweet relief! No longer did it feel like an alien was ready to spring from my belly. I felt like I could stand up and walk out of that ER and go home. But I needed to spend a couple of nights under observation just to be on the safe side.
The hospital staff put me on a liquid diet to start. I asked for cream of chicken soup, jello, and apple juice. After not having eaten in over 36 hours, this my friends, was a meal fit for a King. I practically inhaled it all, and then something miraculous happened: my belly gurgled. It bubbled. It churned. I could feel a train racing around the track down there.
The following morning I had a bowel movement, and let me tell you, this was the first time since I was 3 years old that I was proud of myself for using the potty like a big boy. I was going to be all right.
I don’t have a full diagnosis of what happened to me. Since I wasn’t in need of surgery, the next step would be to have a colonoscopy and have a biopsy taken to see if I perhaps have Crohn’s Disease. Because this was a sudden and one-time issue, it also could have been a simple twist in my bowel that swell, and has now straightened itself out. Because there is no history of Crohn’s in my family, I will wait until I have another issue before undergoing an exploratory procedure.
This ordeal reinforced a lesson that I have been trying to teach myself these past couple of years. Make the most out of every day. I’m human and I’ve stumbled quite a bit. But every day is another chance to get it right. Now that I’ve experienced the agony of complete incapacitation, each day I wake and feel great I am going to do my best to have a day worthy of that feeling.