Two truths and a lie

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You’re right!

I’ve been pretty lucky so far. Knock on Formica lol

1. I’ve lived in a car before.

2. Twice, I’ve spent nights at hotels when I didn’t actually have a place to live.

3. Twice, people have taken me in when I didn’t have a place to live.

I'm going to cross my fingers and vote for 1. I'm sure you've had people who helped you when times were tough.

Twas fine. It served as a lesson, so I can at least take that from it. That and the only result was a slight bit of surface peel and no blister.

My hospital visits in no particular order:

1. Ruptured appendicitis.

2. Complications from a failed hemorrhoid banding attempt followed by surgery.

3. Pancreatitis (don't really remember much of this)

4. Bronchopneumonia.

One lie.

Hi Potato,
I think yours is 1. I'm quite confident we discussed appendicitis previously and that you didn't rupture.
Ouch on the pancreatitis, though!! !

Yep. #1 is the lie. I’ve never lived in a car.

For Mr Fixit Man: #1, too.

I have to get up for work at 6 AM. See you tomorrow

Good night, Kortie Wolfman. I hope you sleep well ... on the right-ish side of the bed, without snoring, and that you compose poetry in your dreams.

Actually, 1 is true. 6 days I spent in a room shared with 3 other patients screened off by curtains. Some say it's an absurd level of pain tolerance that I managed to go through a rupture without complaint (even when I was first in the emergency room, I wasn't sure what to say with the pain scale question they always give you and defaulted to 2 even when I looked like a mess), but I think it's more along the line of being clueless on when the right point to complain is.

Drat, I missed the wolfman. Oh well, hope you had a good rest by the time you read this in the morning!

Wow. You must have a very high pain threshold. I suppose it would be classified as hyposensitivity? Regardless, I'm glad you are OK. It must have been shocking to get the news of the rupture.

Which is your lie, then? Let me look.

- I hope you didn't have pancreatitis (3). That's extremely painful and can lead to catheterized feeding tubes in the chest.

Yuck.

I'm tempted to say it might be hyposensitivity, but I'm not sure because I've seen people with much higher tolerance than I do, but then maybe it's due to differences in upbringing. Who knows? I mean... it probably says something that I stopped all form of pain medication 3 days after surgery.

3 was true, or at least from what I heard from my mother. All I remember is being in the room. Apparently, when I came down with it I was throwing up every half an hour or so, and it got to the point where the nurses worried that I wouldn't make it through the night. I think that one was a 4 day stay.

2 was also true. This happened last year. After over a decade of dealing with them I finally decided to seek treatment since nothing worked anymore, I had to plan my bathroom visits because it took a long while both to take care of my business and to stay seated recovering afterwards, and I had to rely on a mix of 3 different over the counter ointments used in ways I wasn't really supposed to in order to get relief. The breaking point was that it was beginning to affect how much I could do while volunteering -- I was beginning to have hemorrhoidal flare-ups just from the running around I was doing on the weekends (at times I was even fighting through the pain just to get some things that needed to get done), and had to go sit on ice as soon as I got home.

So after a few months of waiting for an appointment with a specialist, the first appointment was basically just him trying to get me to commit to a lifestyle change before doing anything, so I did as he said and waited some more time. On the second appointment, it was agreed that I'd go through a series of bandings to get everything that needed to go, so I went in on late October to have the first one done. The doctor said there might be some bleeding, but it would subside on its own. Day after the proceedure, I tend to my business as usual, but this time I bled (much more than I was anticipating), and as I reached back, I actually managed to grab the bands they used (which shouldn't have happened, since they're supposed to stay in place until the affected tissue falls off). After a week and a half of bleeding with no signs of stopping I went to the emergency room because my next appointment wouldn't be until December and this did not at all seem normal. They run some blood work and just release me since all my levels were still normal so there wasn't really anything for them to do, and they said to just wait until my next appointment and only come back if I begin showing more symptoms indicating a lower blood count.

During this whole thing I still continued my volunteering, but had to go a bit lighter than I usually do since a week or two after the procedure, I pushed myself a bit too hard and bled a bit more than I "normally" was. It was another two weeks after the first ER visit that I went to one of the clinics within the same outpatient clinic that I had my banding, and I went to speak with one of the nurses about my problem (with photos this time so they wouldn't just dismiss me like last time), and I managed to speak with a head nurse that actually has direct contact with the doctor I was seeing. After she relayed the information to him, he stood firm on the same response I was given before -- wait until the next appointment, which was still like 2 weeks out, or go to the ER again. So again I waited. After another week, and with me beginning to feel like a mess from all the bleeding, I went back in to the ER. This time they began to take me more seriously since it was obvious I was not fine, and that's the point where they admitted me because it was clear from the blood work that my levels had dropped below normal (not quite to dangerous levels, but not at all where they should be). I was discharged that Sunday, and was scheduled for surgery on Tuesday.

The first few hours after surgery I was fine, but once the stuff they used for numbing wore off, the pain started, and for the next 4 days, I was miserable, until slowly things began to heal. This time, it wasn't until day 9 that I completely stopped all pain meds.

So that leaves 4 as my lie. I did have it, and was basically getting a fever that spiked to 103 at times for about a week, but I never went to the hospital for it.

P.S: Sorry about the TMI and the tl;dr

I think you know by now, Potato, that I love a lengthy chat. It's OK that you wrote so much! I'm just sorry you had such a rough go at recovery even though your health is now resolved. I've had many surgeries too. One of them had to be repaired about eight or nine times over the span of three years. It still isn't right but further surgery could risk permanent nerve damage or paralysis, so I'm not playing that game.

It's been nice chatting. I hope you have a good sleep!

This afternoon's agenda:

1. Make excruciatingly painful small talk for two or three hours, with someone I wouldn't normally greet at all.

2. Stick my head in a wood chipper for relief.

3. Go to an exceptionally small and crowded room which offers an onslaught of sensory bombardment, and try not to die whilst the humanoids make spontaneous and unwelcome noises, movements, conversations and smells.

LOL.....I hope it's not #2. You probably have an adorable head

It sounds like you have to deal with some sort of bureaucracy. I hope it goes well.

Do you have a wood chipper? I might need one on stand-by.

I can't even read because I'll have to make small talk.

I guess I can rent one from Home Depot....

You have an innate charm, Isabella. I am sure you will pull this off

Mr. Fix It Man.....sounds like you've had quite an interesting life....contrary to your self-perception of it. You are probably too modest.

1. I am the Wolfman in human clothing.

2. When I was in high school, I got along famously with the New Wavers (what are called Goths now).

3. An English teacher once threw a book at me.

Thanks. I'll have a go at renting one, but they may not want it returned after use.
I think my stress is compounded because tomorrow is my day with four appointments. I see no end in sight.

Arg.