Posted by: suek2001 | February 6, 2015

Get busy livin’..or get busy dyin’….

The following is a true story…the names have been removed to protect my hazy memory..any opinion is mine alone…and it should NOT be seen as a condemnation of other’s behavior merely an observation of it...

It all started with a chicken strip…

Actually, it started long before that…in the last five-ten years (I’ve lost track)..I have noticed difficulty in swallowing…I had a problem taking pills for pain so I’ve used liquid meds..children’s meds mostly…It’s just something I’ve lived with for years…

Then food started getting stuck..it all came to a head about three years ago when a piece of a corn dog got stuck and I wound up in the ER…and had to have a scope down my throat..fun..fun..times….and saying the phrase “corn dog stuck” was NOT humiliating in the least…

After that, I avoided pork objects that were tubular and avoided lots of bread…and as someone who LOVES bread products that nearly killed me emotionally..

So, time goes on..and I noticed in the last few weeks, more objects getting stuck in my throat..or esophagus(which makes me think of Sesame Street for some reason)..and my usual grab of pop and then coughing it up seemed to work….untill Wednesday afternoon..at work. in the kitchen of the hospital…

I took a bite of a chicken strip..and it was hot…damn hot..so my mouth decided to swallow it..and I knew…it got stuck…and burned…grabbed some water..big mistake as water inflates the breading..and makes it harder to remove..and then grabbed some Sierra Mist Cranberry…nothing…

I could still breath..and talk but it was like someone had their hands around my neck(although truthfully, I’ve never had that happen, thank God)..

I prayed for God to heal me…Mom prayed..my friends prayed…in this case, the answer was no…

So, I went to Urgent Care..hoping to avoid the relatively abusive people in our ER(they were mean to me last time)…Urgent Care got the brilliant idea to wheel me over to ER…it was my destiny..I called a friend..who was too comfy in his pajamas to come down and I called Mom, who was in Florida..and couldn’t afford the flight or time to come up..which I understood..

So, I went through all of this alone…I waited for an hour…and tried to watch some TV..NCIS on cable…and just couldn’t concentrate…Then, I felt peace..a loving peace surround me..I found out later that my Church had been praying for me..and they tried to see me but ER said there was no one there by my name..sigh…

Unlike last time, they gave me no pills to dissolve the food…no Xrays..just attemped to take my blood pressure…nine times over the course of the evening…and attempted to give me an IV…

Apparently, my veins decided to be introverts because it took them a couple of times..Cute guy tried hard…and after sticking me twice..he left..and then ten minutes later, peeked his head into my room and said “Sorry I poked you twice”..

So, I was beginning to feel like I got the nice crew for ER….and more doctors, nurses..specialists came in..and with each one, all I could think of was “Yep..going to meet my deductible on this trip”…..

As the last doctor left the room at 9m..the Gastro-Intestinal crew came in…and proceeded to lambast the previous medical professional for not filling them in…The crew saw my name badge and that I was a part of the workforce “family” so they must have felt comfortable in trashing their fellow employees…If I had it in me, I would have said:

“Please take your office politics out in the hallway…I get enough of that in my own department..Now please can we get this over with?”

As peeved as I was in this observation of human behavior, I kept thinking “Doesn’t anyone LIKE working here?”

So, they settled down and when they stopped complaining about only getting “the case” 45 minutes ago, they settled into business…and told me I would be under general anesthesia and they would do a scope..

Another nurse came in and said “Hey..why are you moving her to OR? Don’t you do the scope here?” The attending doctor said “oh they moved Endo to the OR six months ago”..and the nurse replied “Oh..guess I need to catch up”…

Hearing them argue about things gave me no peace..and all I heard in my head was “Joan Rivers….Joan Rivers”..So, as they wheeled me into the OR, I prayed a prayer of repentence for all my sin and hoped that God would be able to deal with me in the afterlife..if anything should happen..

It’s funny…For years, I’ve told people that dissapointing God would be heartbreaking but doable as He could forgive me and we’d work through it…Dissapointing my mother would devastate me…

Still, as I realized there was a chance to meet God soon, I didn’t just get scared, I got sad..at the fact that I KNOW I have let Him down and I know I would hear about it when I got to His throne room…

So, I drifted off to sleep and woke up an hour later…and the operation was over….there was a cheerful person sitting in the recovery room with me…and she chatted for a bit…My throat was really sore…and then they informed me that my blood pressure was really high..stroke-worthy high…and that they wanted to look again in three weeks down my throat..so I would go through all this again in three weeks…The hospital comped a cab ride home…a whole half-block. wow…

The best part was in finding out I am now on a full-liquid diet for three weeks…I have eaten nothing but yogurt..jello and mashed potatoes…and I have an appointment to get my high blood pressure taken care of…and that probably means a change in diet…and lowering my salt intake…

Some people love their sweets..I love my salt….so this is going to suck..

Still, I’ve said this for years that my body, my diet, my life is my own..I can do with it what I want..and if I die at a young age, then so be it..at least life was delicious…I felt this way for I knew I had no kids and no husband…and all I have is Mom but I don’t want to die before her…

So, if changing my diet translates to a longer life then I am willing to give it a shot…

I have to to make it to the Kingston Trio Fantasy Camp at least…and my heart and my soul needs to hear banjo music again…

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