Gut Rumbles

December 26, 2004

got guts?

I don't believe that I do anymore. I'm pretty sure I flushed all of mine down my commode over the last 36 hours or so. If I've ever been that sick before in my life, I don't remember when.

I'm pretty sure I had another pancreatitus attack, a severe one this time. Usually, I can combat one of those bounts by taking some pain medication, drinking lots of water and not eating anything for about 12 hours. That tactic didn't work this time. Everything I tried to put inside me came right back out again.

I had fever, chills, sweats, waking dreams that were like hallucinations and incredible pain that would not go away. I became intimate with my toilet from both ends. If I believed that I could drive, I would have taken myself to the hospital yesterday. But I couldn't, so I didn't.

Sometime after midnight last night, I drank some water that stayed in me for a change. I took a pain pill and it stayed down, too. I started to feel a little better and I was able to get some sleep. When I woke up this morning, I knew where I was and what had happened, but I honestly did not remember how long I had been out of my mind. One day? Two? Three? I didn't know.

I think I'm going to be okay now. I haven't thrown up for a while and the fever appears to be gone. I still hurt from my chest to my crotch, but the pain isn't as bad and I think a lot of that is pure soreness from heaving so many times for so long.

Maybe I had me a good, old-fashioned wake-up call. I don't want to go through that again. I'm gonna start following doctor's advice for a change--- no more drinking, no more spicy foods, no more fatty foods and plenty of water, all day every day.

The docs warned me that pancreatitus could kill me if I didn't make some serious lifestyle changes. I didn't listen.

The past 36 hours or so made a believer out of me.


You will find that the first signs you are getting older is:"Your mind still writes checks your body can't cash"
If I had known I was going to live this long i would have taken better care of myself.

Posted by: Airboss on December 26, 2004 09:02 AM

All you had to do was ask a nurse.

Listen, my new job...I work with transplant patients, including pancreas transplants. All of them say the same thing..."I should have listened to the doc sooner. I should have followed the instructions to a tee. I didn't and now look at me"

Be good to yourself, Rob. I know that you have your moments of doubt, but life is worth living, even if you do have to give up some of the things you enjoy most.

Now, if you start feeling crappy again, no pun intended, get thee to a doctor or a hospital post-haste. Don't make me come all the way out there to drag your ass in.

Posted by: Da Goddess on December 26, 2004 09:11 AM

Wake-up calls are a bitch, aren't they? Glad you realized that's most likely what this was, Rob. And why the fuck didn't you call 911? I'd bet you're pretty dehydrated, and that's still serious.

Serious advice, though: keep the food intake very small for a few days. Toast, rice, applesauce if you have any. Nothing else for a few days. Trust me on this one. It won't take much to touch that shit off again, and it will be worse the next time, especially the next few days.

DaGoddess will back me on this one, I'm sure.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on December 26, 2004 12:32 PM

Jesus. I hope you listen to Mama and DaGoddess, and I sincerely hope you stay on the mend. Fucking pancreas.

On a related note, you, Key, and I all spent Christmas Day puking our guts. A message from the Divine? A paranormal warning?


Posted by: Queenie on December 26, 2004 12:43 PM

Gotta be careful A-man. I realized a while back that I ain't indestructible or immortal like I was when I was a teeneager. "Old" sucks but the alternative isn't pretty either.
I believe in the term "moderation" now. So far the "smokes" are the only thing the doc bugs me about. And I'm looking at them with a hard eye now.
Take care of yourself. A lot of us aren't done having you annoy us yet. It would be too boring. Or as Dax might say, "Just Damn boring."

Posted by: Wichi Dude on December 26, 2004 01:03 PM

You really should call 911 next time. I had a similar thing happen to me a couple months ago.....I thought I was going to die. I called 911 and they took me to the hopital and put me on an IV and put a couple of drugs in it to stop the vomiting , etc. Almost instantly, I was feeling remarkably better.

They said I was severely dehydrated, so they kept me on the IV for a couple of hours, then sent me home. It was amazing how much better I felt.....almost like nothing had happened. If I had stayed home, I'm sure I would have passed out or gone into shock.

So don't be afraid to call them next time. They can help a lot.

Posted by: DogsDon'tPurr on December 26, 2004 04:37 PM

Yeah. I was fine when I talked to Rob in the am, but by nightfall...

Well, it was great commiserating with you Queenie! I wasn't puking, just curled up in a ball with tears of pain running down my face and a heating pad shoved into my jeans.

Ovarian cysts know no holidays.

Pathetic bunch, we were... ; )

Posted by: Key on December 26, 2004 08:36 PM

A-man, if your pancreas has been hit that hard, you should start testing your blood sugar. You could launch yourself into diabetes with a fucked-up pancreas (the insulin could stop responding to the blood sugar in your body).

Unless you have a medical plan, don't bother with the doc, but if you do, you'll save a bunch of $$$ by getting a blood-sugar meter prescribed, even if you don't have R/X coverage. The meter goes against "Durable Goods" coverage, like crutches if you break your leg, etc.

All the drug stores carry several brands of these meters, and their associated gear (the little lancets that you pierce your skin with and the test strips that the meter reads). The meters can be had on a discount for $40-60, but the little strips can cost almost a buck a pop, and if your insulin's in a bad way (unregulated), you'll need to test three times a day.

If you give up either booze or smokes, you've paid for it without a dent in your budget.

If you show a blood sugar between 60 and 120, you're OK, but if you get below 60, you're in danger (Ketonic) and if you get above 150, you need insulin to inject.

Don't measure within 2 hours of eating anything, or the measurement will be FUBAR.

Email me if you need more details. I've been living with the Big D for 6 years now, and I can control it without insulin, just by eating right at the right times.

Posted by: Rivrdog on December 27, 2004 07:26 AM

Jeez, Acidman.
What does it take?
Go and see a doctor, like yesterday!!

Don't listen to the shitwits who will "cure" you with diets of eel livers or frog skins, examining the entrails of owls or tea leaf readings.
Why do you think medical knowledge has advanced the average lifespan by 20 years in less than 50 years?

Doctor. NOW!

Posted by: Henry Blowfly on December 27, 2004 09:40 AM
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