Thanks all.
Yeah, I went in for a one day 'electional', eg., not a necessary or urgent gallbladder removal surgery. I talked a few people who all had had that surgery, if recent, say in the last 40 yrs, they all said "it's done laprascopically, by drilling one hole in the abdomin near the organ site, using a multi-tool with a camera, light, cut'n-snipper and grabber effectors on the end". Surgeon locates, cuts, grabs cut-out organ(s), installs a bypass 'stint', sutures (sews), inspects, sticks in a drainage tube & bulb. And that's it! Out in one day.
But, in my case, the surgeon misread the ultra-sound notes, although previously to surgery when I did the pre-surgery interview at his office, I argued with him about it, he was showing off to a REALLY CUTE employee (she was a pedigree babe), but he was reading somebody else's surgery work up which did not include removal of the bile-duckt also, and his protoge surgeon, relying on the boss's notes, made the mistake of not also removing the bile-duct which was full of stones (via Atkins diet), also. So instead of only one laproscopic surgery, there were two, over the course of 7 days instead of only one. My wife who has third stage MS could not walk very far with the usage of a wheeled/braked cruiser/walker, but could use the restroom by herself. Not able to take extended care of herself, but was ?ok? to do so for just one day and so, there was a chaotic scramble at my house, in how to resolve that matter.
A week had transited, two surgeries, I was feeling pretty good for a change and I was sitting on my bed, awaiting the financial officer to bring my street clothes and discharge papers, when I felt a BM urge. As I started to get up, an excruciating, pain, emitted in the area underneath my belly-button, and it emitted and receded repeatedly in waves, each becoming my painful. I pulled the nurse call-light string and nothing happened, as the previous nurse visit, she had forgotten to reset the light, and I got up to walk to the restroom and toilet and another pain wave hit me. I hollered "help help help" and I sat down on the can, a moment later, I 'sparkled-out'...passed out (its exactly what I remember from prior life-terms, a tingling on my lips, nose, face, toes and fingers, and visually sparkling...it's what we experience when we drop our bodies...die), passing out, I leaned forward on the can and regained consciousness as the blood rushed to my head.
There, inside the restroom was located another call-light string, which I pulled and still nothing happened. As the restroom is in visual line with the room door, sitting on the can I could see directly out into the corridor, again I called for help, and again I sparkled out...a moment later as again I slumped forward, a blood again rushed into my head, I 'wok' up again, and I saw on the floor a metal bed-pan which I picked up and tossed out through door into the corridor and called for help. And I passed out again, and still nobody came, as I was leaning forward I noticed a really nasty apearance call-light string hanging near the shower, it looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time..it was so far out of normal reach, no one recourse to use it, and I pulled that and saw and heard the buzzer and call-light annunciated. I passed out again.
I awakened as five nurses were cleaning my bottom and passed out again, re-gaining consciousness in the bed, and I noticed that I had a cold feeling in my upper left chest area beneath my hospital gown. I mentioned the matter to a nurse who pulled my gown up to reveal blood spurting out the taped-over drainage tube hole. I passed again.
A week later, I awakened in ICU. I was told by an ICU that I befreinded, she said, "I've worked here in the ICU for 12 years, and you were diciest patient I've ever seen." I coded blue once while waiting to be released and four times in ICU. And, they put in a pacemaker, and I had three more surgeries.
For nearly 5 weeks I had non-stop internal infections inside the body linings, due to the blood squirting of of the sutured areas when I bled-out, and which later began to rot inside causing the infections. Via a coat-rack infusion pumps (invented by Dean Kaman, the guy who invented the "Segway", a self balancing scooter), they dripped about 40 bags of antibiotics into me and then finally, they opened me up, to literally wash-out, using sterile saline 'water' all of the infection sites. It worked.
Why did all of that happen? As I've had mitral valve repair (done by that same hospital, and it was successful), my valve leaks a bit and I suffer from chronic arrythmia, which makes a candidate for a stroke, I was taking Xarelto and Eliquis, in lieu of coumadin/warfain, blood thinners, as supposedly one does not require bi-weekly blood tests to determine effectiveness.
I stopped taking Xarelto as I experienced un-stoppable bleeding from a minor itch/scratch once, and another time in emergency room to be stitched up, to stop a bleeding vein (I scratched an itch on my ankle), craziest thing I ever experienced. And then when I stopped taking Xaralto I was administered Eliquis instead, and it has a nasty feature that causes it to remain effective in the body for up to 6 months after stopping it, and as it was a recent new chemical therapy, the poor doctors in the hospital had no operational experience with it's characteristics! Not their fault! They gave me Heprin, another blood thinner which is a highly controllable, but is only effective for 8 hours, but it interacted with the Eliquis which was still active in my body, and so being constipated due to the surgeries, when my bowels started moving the Eliquis caused the internal gall-bladder/bile duct surgery stitches to let go! I was bleeding uncontrollably internally directly into the body cavity as result.
I was visited by a local attorney while I was still in the hospital, that fellow looked a bit like that rat, Eric Holder. I can still see the attorney wringing his hands saying "you can make a lot of money, probably around $20 million, all you gotta do is sign this paper and we can get started!" I don't even know how those skunks found out about my hospital stay?? I told him, "take your paper, roll it up and stick it up your as.s and get the phuk out of here!" Heh heh heh. That hospital is the gem of the Valley, it services 3000 people a month, saving many people's lives and it's a great hospital in my opinion. They literally saved my life three times, so I figure one out of four isn't too bad. They did not mess up because of incompetence, or malice but because medical industry are releasing dangerous chemistries without enough long term testing. I did not sue Eliquis either, but I did think about it. It was really miserable experience and costly too.
But I'm in fairly good shape now, but I can't eat too much fatty foods such as baby back ribs or St Louis Back Ribs, etc. The gall-bladder and bile-duct remove the oils from the body.
Should've seen my nuts, they were so big, they looked like coconuts, everything was so swollen. Boy am I glad that's all over!
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