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This post is easy as I am writing it from home. I am not home permanently. I am allowed out for a few hours at a time. I got to be home for Friday night dinner, which was great. The only difficult part is going back.

I realized that there has been no clear explanation of what happened to me. Well, let’s just say narcotics are bad, bad things. I was taking narcotic painkillers for the fibromyalgia. I figured out several months ago that the stupid things don’t work and it was time to wean myself off them. It’s not a quick process, but I had made significant process. What I didn’t know was that my colon was becoming impacted. (I don’t want to go into too much detail, given the nature of the topic, but turns out you can get a great big clog while still pooping, sometimes even regularly.)

So, I ended up with a little hole in my colon. This is bad. The evening it happened, I developed a really, really bad pain in my abdomen. I have regular bouts of excruciating pain caused by my irritable bowel which I deal with by getting a really hot bath until it passes. Thinking this was what I was facing, I got in the bath. The pain kept getting worse and worse. I’ve had two kids without any medications and that pain doesn’t hold a candle to how this felt. I finally asked J to phone 911.

The ambulance people were awful, but maybe I’ll complain more about that later. At least I got to the hospital. I was in the ER for about 12 hours while they figured out what was up and sent me to surgery. They missed the hole at first and by the time I went into surgery, they were facing fixing a 12 cm tear. Needless to say, those 12 hours were among the worst of my entire life. The pain was extreme and (correctly) they wouldn’t let me have anything to drink. I believe at the end I was literally begging them to just make the pain go away.

The surgeon came and explained I had a hole in my colon and needed surgery. He also told me that he didn’t know if he could pull me through in front of my mother. Ah, that famous surgeon lack of bedside manners. I was in so much pain I literally didn’t care. I was just waiting for unconsciousness. But my poor mother just got to deal with the extra fear that added during my surgery.

It didn’t go well. Actually, that depends on your perspective, since afterward, the surgeon apparently told my family he was surprised I survived it. So in that regards it went well: I lived. But I went into septic shock and my organs began to fail. I ended up in the ICU on every kind of life support imaginable.

I was in a coma for the next 18 days. It was touch and go for a while. It is bizarre for me to contemplate because by the time I knew about it, I was on the mend. All my friends and family were clearly traumatized by the experience and even though I was at the center of it, I emerged emotionally unscathed. The body is pretty scathed though (how come that is never used at the opposite of ‘unscathed’?). But I’m trucking right along in physio and can even walk, very slowly, up the stairs. My tentative release date is April 9th, months earlier than initially estimated.

I’m a lucky woman.

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