Hey everyone! I know I promised an update on my health and the goal was to send out one sooner than, well, right now. But, as always, there were a couple speed bumps.
On the 24th, I had a chat with my surgeon. Coincidentally, my cousin works in his office so after a few text messages, I had an appointment set up for later that day. I’ve been bleeding. Every time I went to the bathroom, there was blood. I had a vein cauterized and a few more stitches put in on the 18th and the bleeding had stopped. However, it picked right back up. We talked for a few minutes before he decided to schedule me for another exam under anesthesia.
This exam was scheduled on the next day (the 25th) and he cauterized just about everything.
After this procedure, I felt so much better. I wasn’t on any pain medication and there wasn’t any bleeding – that is, until Monday.
Monday was already an off day just because I had traffic court for a speeding ticket I got a while back. I stood there waiting for over an hour to be called and during that time, I had to go to the bathroom. This time, there was blood – not a ton, but enough to be a little concerned. I felt alright so I tried not to think about it too much.
After spending over an hour at the courthouse, I decided I would go to Kohl’s and use a gift card that’s been burning a hole in my pocket. I wandered the store for about an hour and by the end of my shopping trip, I was starting to get insanely painful cramps in my j-pouch. I paid for my clothes and then headed straight back to the bathroom. When I sat down, I saw blood. My period was supposed to be happening in the next couple days so I figured it was that until I actually went to the bathroom. No stool, all blood and clots of blood.
This scared the shit out of me (figuratively and literally). I immediately called my cousin and asked her about it. She told me not to panic and that the water can make the blood look worse than it is. I talked to my mom too and she just told me to come home and we’ll keep an eye on it. I was only five minutes out of the parking lot before the cramps came back even worse than before.
I hurriedly parked my car in front of the garage and ran inside to the bathroom. Even more blood. I called my mom into the bathroom with me and it was all I could do to suppress the vomiting that came with seeing so much blood. I had never seen this much blood before. My mom could see me start to panic and as soon as she told me to stay calm, I started to cry. What the hell is going on???
In the next ten minutes, we were on our way to the hospital. I sent a text to my boyfriend, Dave, to let him know I was headed to the hospital and soon he was headed there too.
My vital signs weren’t too alarming in triage but they got me a room fairly quickly. My nurse started an IV and the first time I went to the bathroom, they had me use a toilet hat. There was 10oz of blood. I walked back to my room and my mom and Dave were sitting there. I started to panic because I was losing so much blood and I didn’t know what would be done to fix it. My tears only panicked Dave even further. (We have been dating for a month and obviously, this isn’t something that most people are used to. Bless his heart – he’s been taking it in stride. This is the third time he’s been at the hospital with me.) A couple hours in, there wasn’t too much excitement and I knew I would most likely be admitted so I let him go home.
After having a bolus and already having bothered my nurse a few times for miscellaneous things, I decided I would just get up and go to the bathroom. I was locked off from my IV and I unhooked myself from the leads that were stuck to my chest. I went to the bathroom and there were a ton of blood clots followed my another round of blood that seemed to pour from my body. I stood up, washed my hands, and as I opened the door, the nurses at the desk saw me. “How are you doing?” they asked. As soon as I opened my mouth, I could feel it. My vision was going black and my hearing was starting to fade. “Actually, I feel like I might pass out,” was all I said before they jumped up from where they were sitting. By this point, my vision was mostly gone but I could feel them carrying/dragging me to my room.
I’m so glad my boyfriend had left by this point so he didn’t have to see them carry me to my bed, nurses all around me, hooking me up to various machines, and oxygen on my face. My mom said she felt like a bad mother because she was almost laughing. By the time I was lying in my bed with my feet higher than my head, I was laughing too. It was fairly comical although it would probably look fairly traumatic to someone else. I also earned a bright yellow “FALL RISK” bracelet. I wasn’t allowed to get up without a nurse anymore.
In the meantime, I was texting my surgeon. He gave me his cell phone number earlier that day once he learned I was bleeding. He told me he was okay with me going home and just keeping him updated on how I was doing but I felt better staying at the hospital. I was admitted that night.
Blood draws were ordered every six hours to keep tabs on my hemoglobin and hematocrit levels. Overnight, my hemoglobin went from 11.9 to 7.8. On Tuesday morning, I was signing consent forms for a transfusion. Four actually. But it takes a while to infuse a unit of blood so they only had two out for me at the moment. After those two, they would check my levels again to determine if I needed more blood.
This was a first for me. I had never had a transfusion even when I was originally sick in the hospital with my large intestine. I was a bit nervous, but everything went totally fine.
During the second transfusion, Dave came up to see me. I’m really glad he isn’t squeamish because there was a bag of blood hanging on my IV pole. He’s always very nervous about hurting me since my surgeries and coming into the room with me in a hospital bed and an IV line full of blood in my arm didn’t really ease his worries. After a bit of convincing Dave that he wasn’t going to hurt me, I got him to sit on my hospital bed with me. He read a chapter of his book while I watched an episode of Breaking Bad on Netflix. He was super sweet and stayed with me for about four hours.
I’m one lucky girl.
(My hemoglobin level was 10 shortly after my second transfusion and several hours later it was at 9.5.)
I spent that night in the hospital also. I was woken up at 4am for a blood draw and the nurse told me around 7am that my level was 9.6. It was pretty stable so when the resident came in that morning, he talked about discharging me from the hospital.
More than anything, I was trying to understand what happened. None of the doctors outside of the emergency room seemed to be taking me seriously.
“Well what probably happened is that the first blood test was falsely high,” he started. “Your hemoglobin was most likely around 9 instead of being 11.9.”
This confused me. Why would my levels have been falsely high? It’s not crazy to believe my levels were healthy to begin with considering I hadn’t really been bleeding until the day they drew my blood in the first place. I said something about this to him and he blamed dehydration – which I wasn’t really dehydrated if he had looked at any of my vital signs or test results from when I came into the ER.
I really wasn’t trying to be an asshole by questioning him, but I wanted to understand what was going on and the resident wasn’t making a lot of sense. Not to mention, my hemoglobin had been checked a few times last week already and it was always around 11. He just insisted that it’s unlikely that my levels would have dropped four points overnight.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t understand why it would be wrong. I lost a lot of blood. It’s not unreasonable that my levels dropped the way they did.”
His response? “There is really no point in arguing about this. Do you have any other questions?”
From that point, I was done. I didn’t have any other questions; I just wanted his arrogant ass out of my room.
He hadn’t been there the entire time I had been in the hospital. He never showed up until that morning. He didn’t see how much blood I lost. He didn’t care to look at any of my vital signs. He didn’t care about what I had to say even though he knows my history and even though he knows that I know my own body. He is one of those that has a God complex: i.e. He is the doctor and there is no point in arguing with him because he knows all.
After he left, I immediately burst into tears out of frustration. I have actually seen this guy before and he tried discharging me too soon after a surgery I had in 2012. He wanted me on oral pain medication and kept talking about sending me home even though he wouldn’t let me eat. Taking those medications on an empty stomach is a surefire way to make me sick – it always has been. But he didn’t care then and he obviously doesn’t seem to care much now.
I am not a doctor by any stretch of the means but I am not an idiot. I know my body and I am well aware of how most of this stuff works by now. When I go to the bathroom and, in one trip, there is 16oz of pure blood, that is a big deal. DO NOT downplay my situation. DO NOT come in and tell me that I “probably didn’t lose that much blood” when you don’t care to ask me about what happened or care to take any of my test results or vital signs into consideration. You do NOT know everything so get your head out of your ass and try listening to what your patients have to say about their own bodies.
Now that the hair on the back of my neck is standing up, I should probably call it a day.
Silver Linings Playbook started recording on the DVR a little bit ago so I am going to get my mind off of things by focusing less on Dr. God and more on Bradley Cooper.
Good night!
– Liesl
ps. I forgot to mention that a volunteer came in with a therapy dog yesterday! He was a standard poodle named Eli and he completely turned my day around.
My best friend also brought me Starbucks and stayed with me for a couple hours. I absolutely love her!