Thursday, October 21, 2021

I somehow made it

Back in 2013, I came thisclose to dying.  In fact, the day that I was put into an ambulance, I was hours from death.  If I'd done what I planned to do, which is work through the intense pain, I wouldn't be here typing this post and sipping hot chocolate.

Back in April of that year, my appendix burst.  When it did burst, the plain was so intense that it brought me to the ground.  I asked my wife to please, please shoot me.  This was impossible as we didn't then, nor do we now, now own guns.

I decided to work through the pain over the next two weeks.  I'd written the pain off as a symptom of the crappy food in the cafeteria.  But the day that I was brought by ambulance, I was apparently so bad off that they thought that I coded in the ambulance.  I was, I was told, fading into and out of consciousness.

Vaguely, upon arrival, I remember being rushed into some sort of a an x-ray machine.  They found what they were looking for: an answer.  It seem that was so bad that they couldn't see anything.  So, I was rushed up to surgery, whereas a normal operation would take one surgen twenty minutes.  My surgery took three surgeons four hours.

Basically, because I refused to go to the hospital the day that the burst happened, I was going to die.  The surgeon informed me after the surgery that I was very lucky, in that I survived sepsis and then septic shock for two weeks.  

Not many people can boast that.  In fact, less than fifty percent of people in my situation actually survive.  In my case, I was told that my survival makes "no medical sense," and that I had an angel on my shoulder that day.

Apparently, my wife was told that they would do the best that they could for me, but she may wish to find a priest.  But I think the Hail Marys I recited, while clutching my rosary, helped a lot.  Of course, they took it away before I entered the sterile OR and gave it to my wife.  

But at least I lived to get it back.

The lesson, if you want to call it that, in this post, as a matter of opinion and not in any way medical advice, is that if you think something is wrong, especially on that level, seek medical attention immedately.  Don't be afraid to do so if it emerges that nothing serious is wrong.  

If I had simply called 911 like my wife wanted, the surgery would have taken significantly less time and I may even have been able to leave that same day.  Instead, I wound up in the hospital for four days, meaning I messed out on four days' income.

EMT personnel, doctors, nurses and so forth would much rather you enter alive and leave in that condition over something was nothing.  What you don't want to do, and I don't have to me a medical professional, is ignore it like I did and then wind up dead because you don't want to bother anyone.  

If something like this happens to you or your loved one, please, get medical attention immediately, even if means calling 911 or leaving work to get to the hospital.