My encounter with death
Today I have been a year since I first escaped death.
*This post contains photos that can not be agreeable.
In January of last year I had some sharp pains in the abdominal area-I am of the people who try to reserve the pain as much as I can to show no weakness-, however, I went to work from Monday as always, unlike Other weeks my appetite had reduced greatly because of the pain, I thought they were just stomach upsets and I took some antispasmodic medicines to try to eliminate those discomforts, but without getting any better.
That same week, between Wednesday and Thursday, I felt worse, now the stabbing pain was greater and I could only be lying up, since lying on my side caused me much more pain. In the afternoon hours after arriving at work I had to call my father so that he could help me since it was very difficult for me to move, when we arrived we went quickly to the nearest clinics.
In every clinic that went I was told that they could not take care of me because I did not accept the insurance with which I was insured. We had to go to a Hospital called Dr. Carlos Arvelo to try luck if at least there could calm the pain. After doing some blood tests, I could see that the white blood cells were very low. A nurse by touch and some medical techniques could diagnose what could be appendicitis and pointed out that in the Metropolitan Polyclinic of Caracas can better attend this type of cases.
Even with pain-they could not give me painkillers so I would not hide the pain and be able to confirm the diagnosis-we went to the Clinic the nurse had recommended. Upon arriving there were many patients admitted, so we had to wait a half hour or more to be able to enter me. Once I entered, they did other types of tests and finally the doctor on duty diagnosed aptly as appendicitis.
I waited all night, until the morning while coordinating my emergency operation, this time with painkillers - I could feel a huge relief.
When I entered the operating room, after placing the intravenous routes, the doctor motivated me not to be nervous and he told me that nothing would go wrong.
When I wake up I meet several newly-operated people, in a large room type called the recovery area. One of the dressers asks me how I feel? In affirming my answer he tells me to try to talk as little as possible because air can enter and produce gas, since the operation was by laparoscopy. Once my conscience has completely recovered, they take me to my assigned room to meet several of my closest relatives who were waiting for the whole medical process to end and to rest for rest.
Hours passed until finally the doctor arrived, telling us that the operation had some complications since the appendix had hidden behind the colon so they had to make an abdominal incision to be able to remove it, besides that due to the time I waited after Producing me appendicitis arose a peritonitis which is when we have an internal infection of the body. Because of the peritonitis they had to cleanse my intestines, removing them, washing them and putting them back in their place.
After a day my recovery seemed to be all right, but every time I ate from my liquid diet that the doctor sent me, I felt a heaviness in my stomach, I was told to walk a lot more, at least three times a day A walk through the halls of the clinic.
It worsened when I started to vomit everything I ate, filling buckets and buckets, finding a solution to this I was put some drugs for vomiting, but hardly any effect so I had to have an x-ray of the chest to see what happened. The results of the X-ray along with the stethoscope in my abdomen noticed that something was not responding well in the digestive process. They made me take a milk-like liquid that when used with x-rays you could easily diagnose what I had, unfortunately I also vomited it so they had to use a last option, the nasogastric tube.
They removed the relatives and friends who were visiting me at that moment from my room so that the assistant doctor put the probe through my nose. Filled with tears because of the discomfort of this tool, and trying it a couple of times, the hose finally reaches the stomach.
In three days that I was with the nasogastric tube placed I filled approximately 2500cc of stomach fluids, not counting the discomfort that it feels to have a hose that passes through your esophagus and does not let you sleep peacefully. It felt like you had a bone stuck in your throat.
When I removed the probe I could feel an automatic improvement, I no longer had that heaviness with which I was before.
After eight days of eating only whey, I was finally able to start eating again through a liquid diet.
Little by little I felt better and I could digest the food better, the biggest emotion was that I could go to the bathroom, which meant I was responding well.
The biggest emotion was when I finally got discharged, I had to eat soft food at home until I slowly raised the hardness of the food.
One month after the recovery I had an appointment in the doctor's office, she informed me that everything responded well but that an incisional hernia occurred due to the delicate abdomen and the force that I produced when I vomited, a subsequent operation was coordinated to put on an abdominal mesh. This last surgery if it was fast and without news, I was only sent to wear a medical belt for three months and here I am, more alive than ever and writing for Steemit.
I know there are people who go through worse things, but insignificant things like these can easily kill you.
It is amazing how much support our family and friends can give us to overcome some obstacles that are normal in life. The love and affection I feel towards them rose very much, since they could be in the wrong with me and overcome this situation. I am also grateful to Dr. Pedro Rivas Vetencourt and his team who helped me to overcome this stage and I can not leave behind the grooms and nurses who contributed their bit of humanity with humanity, humility and the desire to help.
This type of circumstances make you open your eyes and realize that you should enjoy life to the fullest.
Some other images
First operation.
Second operation after placing the mesh.
Recovery of the second intervention.
Moments before entering the second intervention.
That was the scar and my abdomen.
Man I don't care who you are or what it is for, when you have to go for surgery it is a scary feeling as you wait. I remember going for my appendix and was freaked before I even found it if they would have to remove it or not. So glad to see you have recovered.
Thank you mate. They are small nerves that invade your thoughts haha.