Wow you have been through alot. The stories on here have really touched my heart. I noticed that a couple of people nominated me and I thank them for that but I knew that others needed it more than me 
However now that it is over I will share my story with you.
I am disabled although I am only 38 years old. My husband and I were living in Indiana at the time we had moved there after he got out of the army. I woke up one morning with a really bad pain in my neck and decided to go to the chiropractor, I had never been to one before but I figured I should go. My lower back had hurt for year and I had never had it looked at. I went and after the x-rays the doctor said that I had gallstones and I should let my regular doctor know because my entire gallbladder was completely full and it was dangerous. He also said that in my lower back I had degenerative disc disease. So I went to my regular doctor who sent me to the surgeon, who said that even though I was not having any symptoms yet we should get my gallbladder out before something bad did happen. He scheduled my surgery for the following week.
The following week on March 27 2003 I got up and just didn’t feel right about going in for surgery. So much so that I argued with my husband and told him I wasn’t going acted like a big baby lol and through a temper tantrum basically looking back on it now. The surgery was supposed to take 45 minutes to an hour. I was his only patient that day at 7:45am he was leaving on vacation right after my surgery. Well 13 and a half hours later I am told by my husband he is still in the waiting room nobody will tell him anything the day surgery place is closing. Nurses wouldn’t tell him anything except that they will let him know as soon as they know. So all I know is that I was supposed to go home that day and instead I wake up to the doctor whispering in my ear “I am so sorry things didn’t go as we planned.” The next time I woke up I was in my own room upstairs and I had a tube in my nose that went down into my stomach, I had a tube in my side for drainage, I had 53 staples top to bottom of my stomach, and didn’t know what the he** was going on. Turned out that he had accidentally cut my bile duct during the surgery and ended up having to reroute all of my (plumbing basically for lack of a better word at the moment) I was in the hospital for a week.
After that ordeal for months I kept telling the doctor I couldn’t keep anything down that I was sick all the time, he kept saying its just from surgery give it time. 3 months later he finally runs tests by that time I turned yellow eyes and all had to be rushed to Indianapolis ended up with biliary tubes in my abdomen two of them that stuck out about 4 inches (hard to wear clothes with that there). That had to be flushed and cleaned by my husband twice a day. He was a supervisor at a detention center for juveniles so trying to take care of me, work, take care of our kids, and the house well you can see the problem. His mom said move here to Georgia I can help take care of Denise and the kids and house. So we did and here we are. Had those tubes in for over a year. With the possibility now that I will have to have them again at anytime.
My back has gotten a lot worse I have 2 arthritis and 2 herniated bulging disc. And I am told that everyone of my disc in my neck are also in bad shape. I am not allowed to lift anything over 5lbs which is nothing basically. Cant stand for long periods of time take tons of medication. Have diabetes now. Depression (who wouldn’t lol) asthma, COPD, Cushings and Fibromyalgia. I think that about covers it. I think that’s about enough too lol…
However now that it is over I will share my story with you.
I am disabled although I am only 38 years old. My husband and I were living in Indiana at the time we had moved there after he got out of the army. I woke up one morning with a really bad pain in my neck and decided to go to the chiropractor, I had never been to one before but I figured I should go. My lower back had hurt for year and I had never had it looked at. I went and after the x-rays the doctor said that I had gallstones and I should let my regular doctor know because my entire gallbladder was completely full and it was dangerous. He also said that in my lower back I had degenerative disc disease. So I went to my regular doctor who sent me to the surgeon, who said that even though I was not having any symptoms yet we should get my gallbladder out before something bad did happen. He scheduled my surgery for the following week.
The following week on March 27 2003 I got up and just didn’t feel right about going in for surgery. So much so that I argued with my husband and told him I wasn’t going acted like a big baby lol and through a temper tantrum basically looking back on it now. The surgery was supposed to take 45 minutes to an hour. I was his only patient that day at 7:45am he was leaving on vacation right after my surgery. Well 13 and a half hours later I am told by my husband he is still in the waiting room nobody will tell him anything the day surgery place is closing. Nurses wouldn’t tell him anything except that they will let him know as soon as they know. So all I know is that I was supposed to go home that day and instead I wake up to the doctor whispering in my ear “I am so sorry things didn’t go as we planned.” The next time I woke up I was in my own room upstairs and I had a tube in my nose that went down into my stomach, I had a tube in my side for drainage, I had 53 staples top to bottom of my stomach, and didn’t know what the he** was going on. Turned out that he had accidentally cut my bile duct during the surgery and ended up having to reroute all of my (plumbing basically for lack of a better word at the moment) I was in the hospital for a week.
After that ordeal for months I kept telling the doctor I couldn’t keep anything down that I was sick all the time, he kept saying its just from surgery give it time. 3 months later he finally runs tests by that time I turned yellow eyes and all had to be rushed to Indianapolis ended up with biliary tubes in my abdomen two of them that stuck out about 4 inches (hard to wear clothes with that there). That had to be flushed and cleaned by my husband twice a day. He was a supervisor at a detention center for juveniles so trying to take care of me, work, take care of our kids, and the house well you can see the problem. His mom said move here to Georgia I can help take care of Denise and the kids and house. So we did and here we are. Had those tubes in for over a year. With the possibility now that I will have to have them again at anytime.
My back has gotten a lot worse I have 2 arthritis and 2 herniated bulging disc. And I am told that everyone of my disc in my neck are also in bad shape. I am not allowed to lift anything over 5lbs which is nothing basically. Cant stand for long periods of time take tons of medication. Have diabetes now. Depression (who wouldn’t lol) asthma, COPD, Cushings and Fibromyalgia. I think that about covers it. I think that’s about enough too lol…
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