Well, it wasn't quite that dramatic, but I did have something of a medical shock this weekend.
I started out as your standard moderate cramps, and, well, you all know where that usually leads. After picking my son up from school, I ended up drinking some beer at a friend's and eating pizza for supper while our sons played. I went home when it was dark, picked up some groceries, and went to bed feeling lousy. BY gut hurt, my back and my head hurt. And I still have this stupid head cold.
That night, the cramps were quite bad, but I largely slept through it all. As I suffered through peritonitis when I was a kid, cramps are something I can deal with.
Saturday I felt better. The cramps seemed to be over. I took it easy, did some easy work, and slept again. Eating wasn't pleasant, and I had no hunger whatsoever, so I avoided it. That evening my back started to hurt, a lot. I was audible. The cramps came back as well, and I developed radiating pain from my navel area through to my centre mid-back and back again. By midnight I was considering going to the hospital. Natalie -- my wife -- called Telehealth Ontario and after going through the symptoms, they recommended that I go to the ER for a checkup within the next few hours. We don't have a car, and as we have three young children, I made the decision to take an ambulance. I told Natalie to stay home with the kids as there was nothing for her to do at the hospital, and, heck, she'd be dead the next day if she stayed up all night. She has the little one to breast feed, the other kids to comfort, and the hospital is only a phone call away.
Just before the ambulance showed up, I started feeling better. "That figures," I thought. They took me in anyway, even though I could walk out to the vehicle. I sat up on the way in, though I got carsick very quickly. I barely made it out of the ambulance without throwing up. A paramedic told me to take in some fresh air as I got out, but, sadly, there were smokers right there.
Anyway, I got in and was waiting in the ambulatory area inside ER, when I noticed that I was feeling very fine. I was restless, so I walked around a bit. I pondered going home. Then I got itchy around my right underarm and forearm. I scratched. then I got itchy in the same place but on the other side. Then my ribs, and my belly, and my scalp and my groin and my thighs. What the hell?, I thought. So I got up, went in to the washroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was covered in a rash. I scratched.
I sat back in my wheelchair. I scratched. I figured they could find some sort of ointment to help. But I was fine. Really.
Then I couldn't get quite enough air and my peripheral vision vanished. I realized two things: I had spent several minutes being euphoric, and that I was passing out. I had enough brains to get help, and after passing out in a chair under watchful eyes, I was woken up and helped onto a gurney. Lying down made me feel much better. After being on an IV for an hour, I felt much improved. They sent off a blood test. I had an x-ray done of my back, though I nearly fainted while holding my breath.
About an hour later, they applied another a fluid, this time under a pump, forcing potassium into me. The blood test showed that I was critically short of it. This is odd as I consume potassium-rich foods daily, and not suffering from diarrhea or vomiting, which is about the only potential source of potassium loss in my case. Of course, a little later, I did have considerable fluid loss, from the usual source when you have had cramps.
Anyway, I picked up a lot, slept, and by noon they had me under a CT scanner, taking a look at my abdominal region. The CT technician (an understatement given how much schooling they require) was affable and had me ready to go in no time. I've never had one before and it was, well, boring, though the engineering required to get that machine spinning around me was interesting. I didn't enjoy the dye being pumped into me. I hurt, and made holding my breath hard, but, being transitory, I didn't mind.
I spent the afternoon sleeping and eating -- yes, I had two full meals there -- talked with Natalie (finally) in the mid-afternoon. She came by and took me home for six p.m.
So, the diagnosis? Infectious enteritis is the leading suspect, as the CT scan showed definite inflammation over a long segment of my terminal ileum, which is the end of the small intestine. However, it is also possibly an autoimmune disorder, though likely not. I have one more test to wait on, though they have no way to rule out a viral infection.
I'm feeling much better, but remain astounded as to how fast I went from being fine to crashing due to an electrolyte imbalance.
And while in the hospital, I lost my glasses. I put them down while in the washroom, and someone walked off with them. Despite two shifts looking for them, no luck. Who the heck steals prescription glasses anyway?
Anyway, thanks to the staff of St. Joseph's Health Care Centre for looking after me, and for my wife and family doing the same. And for those kind comments over at
The Wingnuterer, of all places.
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Posted By Mark Francis to
Section 15 at 5/15/2007 01:00:00 PM