Yes, I’m specializing in getting diseases (Diverticulitis, Pleurisy) that sound like things your great-grandma suffered from back in the 1800s.
I plan on getting consumption next, followed by typhoid. Then I’ll start talking about my Sciatica. This is ridiculous.
I spent the night in the hospital; Stephanie took me there after work because I had severe abdominal pain. I was sure it was a kidney stone, but was also afraid it was related to my heart cath. Neither, it turned out. They kept me to put me on an IV drip with antibiotics.
Unfortunately, some of the stuff we’ve been doing to eat more healthily probably caused this infection – we’ve been eating tons of high fiber, nuts and berries, strawberries with seeds, whole grain cereals, raw foods, stuff that gets stuck in my colon that I can’t process.
I used to think you were funny, irony, but now I’m going to kick your ass.
The fun never stops, does it?
One minute, you’re patting yourself on the back for eating like a nutritionist’s dream, and the next, you’re flat on your back with an IV in your arm, cursing every fiber-rich bite.
Abdominal pain has a special way of making you question all your life choices, from that extra handful of almonds to the decision not to just stick to bland, easily digestible foods.
And when things get bad enough, sometimes the only way forward involves a not-so-pleasant detour—like an NG tube placement.
Nothing says “I’ve had better days” like a tube snaking down your nose while you try not to gag. But hey, at least it gets the job done.
When the gut goes rogue, intervention is inevitable, and sometimes that means taking drastic steps to relieve pressure, drain fluids, or just give your system a break.
The process isn’t exactly a spa treatment, but it beats the alternative of suffering through unrelenting pain while your insides wage war against you.
If you ever find yourself in this delightful predicament, visit us at the land of antibiotics, IV fluids, and medical-grade discomfort.
Because when it comes to stubborn abdominal issues, sometimes the best solution is to check your dignity at the hospital door and let modern medicine work its magic—NG tube and all.
