A Pain in the Ass (surgery story)

I had a rough month for many reasons but for this post, I'm only going to talk about my month-ish of surgeries. I’m going to try really hard this week not to make anyone cry. However, some of the descriptions of the surgeries might be graphic this is your warning. Also, I’m splitting this post into two parts. All right let’s get to the main part of this post.

If someone looked like they had dozens of surgeries, it would be me. To put it another way, if you lined up all my friends, I would win most likely to get cut open (too graphic? Just wait). I've had one life-threatening surgery the rest have been minor. Tangent, when I was younger, I would have to explain that no surgery could fix my disease. Anyway, I could do a couple of posts about that first life-changing back surgery, and I will at some point. When I look at my life that surgery was one of the largest inflection points (wow…MATH!!). My month of surgery began at the end of December with an eight-hour ER visit.

 

My butt, the thing I sit on for around 16 hours every day, was hurting. Over the past couple of days, it was getting worse. Not only was it getting worse I was starting to bleed (A LOT). That’s when I decided somebody, hopefully a medical professional had to take a look at the problem area. Thus began my eight-hour ordeal at the ER.

 I have masses panic attacks whenever I have to go through any medical “stuff”. Sometimes when you go through something hard repeatedly you get stronger. Other times that constant battle drains you and takes something important. I have dealt with my medical condition my entire life and that can take something important from a person. After waiting hours for somebody to see us I was “examined”. Somebody, I hope a doctor, gloved up and violently probed what felt like where my prostate was even though I was not hurting there (slight pressure my a$&). The results were inconclusive, and they ordered a CAT scan. The CAT scan didn’t show anything wrong with my butt. It showed me another problem in my right kidney. The biggest kidney stone I have ever seen, and it required surgery at some point (actually the biggest was over a pound). After that, they referred me to a specialist and sent me home. When I left the hospital at 3 AM it felt like I tortured myself for no reason. The exciting conclusion of “A Pain in the Ass (surgery story)” will be out Monday!

 

I would like to take a moment to thank three people for helping me survive the ER. First, my dad has been with me for every medical procedure my entire life. I honestly don’t think I would still be alive without him. Second, my two friends (Jacob and Megan) texted me during my 8-hour ordeal. I haven’t told them this, but their text messages kept me sane during that terrible day. All three of you are some of the best people I have ever had the privilege of knowing and thank you. 

Until next time crips and non-crips, I believe in you!