On Wednesday, about one o’clock in the afternoon, my abdomen started hurting. I attributed it to the pants I was wearing and had been wearing all week. But, it turns out, as I discovered Wednesday evening, after looking at the spot, I was developing an abscess and I knew from previous experience that it would not go away on its own, but burst and become another fistula—which I did and do not need.
I got up Thursday morning, took my bag off, took a shower, and washed my hair, getting ready to go to work, as usual. I put on a new bag and finished getting dressed. The pain from the redness and swelling was so bad, I decided I was not going to go to work, but would wait instead for my doctor’s office to open and make an appointment for as soon as possible. At 8:30 a.m., I called and spoke with Lori, who is familiar with my case and more sympathetic to my situation than the gals at the front desk and scheduled me for a 9:30 appointment that very morning. I showed up on time, and was called in to see the doctor.
I was weighed and taken to an exam room to wait for the doctor. He came in within just a few minutes and looked at my abdomen. At first he was a bit befuddled as to what to do, but knew immediately that he wanted to send me to the emergency department for a CT scan.
He stepped out of the exam room and came back with a syringe and a bottle of I don’t know what, but I’m guessing a local anesthetic. He filled the syringe with the liquid and injected it into my abdomen around the site. It hurt like a son of a gun, and of course I cried and nearly screamed. He opened it up and extracted the pus and said that it didn’t track down very far and he didn’t suspect that it was another fistula but still sent me to the emergency department anyway for the CT scan.
Since I was in such pain, one of the front desk gals asked me if I wanted to be wheeled over and I took her up on it. Granted, it isn’t that far, but I was not going to walk it and risk passing out. So, I was wheeled over and waited for about ten minutes or so until taken into a room and put in a bed. The nurse drew blood and put in an IV, and, since I had to use the restroom, asked for a sample … typical stuff.
Since I didn’t have anyone keeping me company I ended up taking quite a nap. I was asleep when the radtech came in to take me for my CT scan, but he ended up coming back a little while later with the contrast for me to drink and was back within a half an hour to take me to radiology. Normally, it would be a couple of hours but since I have limited bowels (only eight feet total) my wait time is shorter.
Once it was determined that I didn’t have another fistula developing, it was diagnosed as cellulitis. I was given the IV version of an antibiotic, which for some reason made me very nauseous. Thank goodness I never puked … I don’t think it would have been pretty.
I finally got to go home around 5:30 that evening.
Until next time,