911 Emergency
Jun. 17th, 2025 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senashentaAlright. So.
Saturday night, Lee went to the hospital in an ambulance and things just went downhill from there. :D
The way Mom tells it, he woke up at 1am in horrendous pain, and proceeded to wait TWO HOURS before waking her up because of it. When she asked if he needed to go to the hospital, he said yes, so she got dressed and then got his clothes together as well because he always refuses to go to the hospital in his underwear, no matter the emergency. But then when she was trying to get him DRESSED, he was in so much pain he was curled into the fetal position and couldn't get out of it, so Mom made the executive decision to call 911 for an ambulance. When the ambulance got here they managed to get him down the stairs on the stretcher and took him to the hospital.
I, of course, slept through all of this.
Anyway, at the hospital they ran tests and discovered that something in his GI tract was leaking air into his body cavity, so he basically had the bends (OUCH), and upon further tests and exploration, it was determined that his STOMACH had a hole in it. Now, he has had a hernia for a while now, apparently, but it turns out the hernia was his stomach displacing itself and shoving up into his rib cage, where his diaphragm proceeded to rub a hole in it just out of spite, I guess.
So, they had a tube up his nose and into his stomach to suck out all the bile and stuff so THAT didn't leak into his body cavity, and were giving him morphine for the pain while they figured out the surgery situation. And THEN it turned out that there was no one in Orillia who could DO the surgery he needed, so they packed him into an ambulance (again) and hauled him off to Oshawa (about an hour and a half drive from here), where he pretty much immediately went into surgery. They fixed everything, tacked his stomach into it's proper place so it can't go roaming around again, and now...
He's spending the week in Oshawa. The first couple days he's not been allowed anything to eat or drink, all his nutrients have been given to him in an IV, but they're going to put him on a liquid diet today... I think? And when he comes home he'll still be on the liquid diet for a while longer.
I am not looking forward to him coming home. I am ENJOYING him not being here. But on top of that, Lee is a HORRIBLE post-surgery patient. He bitches and whines and moans CONSTANTLY about EVERYTHING and it's INFURIATING. He's the same way when he gets sick, too. Like, I understand a moderate amount of complaining, you just had surgery, but sometimes you could just SHUT YOUR TRAP, too.
Also, when he's back he's going to IMMEDIATELY turn the TV on, and it'll go back to being on (and LOUD) for all of his waking hours. It's NICE to have it off right now, or to be able to watch shows I like once in a while, rather than just SPORTS and PROCEDURAL COPS SHOWS RERUNS constantly. And now he's got a reason for not cleaning the basement like he's supposed to, so THAT'S gonna get dropped like a hot rock. Or I'm going to have to do it.
I just...
Look, I love the man, but I don't LIKE him very much. He's lazy and selfish and will use any excuse to validate those things, and every time he has to have surgery, no matter how minor (this one was a major one, though, I will admit), he does just that. It drives me fucking NUTS.
Saturday night, Lee went to the hospital in an ambulance and things just went downhill from there. :D
The way Mom tells it, he woke up at 1am in horrendous pain, and proceeded to wait TWO HOURS before waking her up because of it. When she asked if he needed to go to the hospital, he said yes, so she got dressed and then got his clothes together as well because he always refuses to go to the hospital in his underwear, no matter the emergency. But then when she was trying to get him DRESSED, he was in so much pain he was curled into the fetal position and couldn't get out of it, so Mom made the executive decision to call 911 for an ambulance. When the ambulance got here they managed to get him down the stairs on the stretcher and took him to the hospital.
I, of course, slept through all of this.
Anyway, at the hospital they ran tests and discovered that something in his GI tract was leaking air into his body cavity, so he basically had the bends (OUCH), and upon further tests and exploration, it was determined that his STOMACH had a hole in it. Now, he has had a hernia for a while now, apparently, but it turns out the hernia was his stomach displacing itself and shoving up into his rib cage, where his diaphragm proceeded to rub a hole in it just out of spite, I guess.
So, they had a tube up his nose and into his stomach to suck out all the bile and stuff so THAT didn't leak into his body cavity, and were giving him morphine for the pain while they figured out the surgery situation. And THEN it turned out that there was no one in Orillia who could DO the surgery he needed, so they packed him into an ambulance (again) and hauled him off to Oshawa (about an hour and a half drive from here), where he pretty much immediately went into surgery. They fixed everything, tacked his stomach into it's proper place so it can't go roaming around again, and now...
He's spending the week in Oshawa. The first couple days he's not been allowed anything to eat or drink, all his nutrients have been given to him in an IV, but they're going to put him on a liquid diet today... I think? And when he comes home he'll still be on the liquid diet for a while longer.
I am not looking forward to him coming home. I am ENJOYING him not being here. But on top of that, Lee is a HORRIBLE post-surgery patient. He bitches and whines and moans CONSTANTLY about EVERYTHING and it's INFURIATING. He's the same way when he gets sick, too. Like, I understand a moderate amount of complaining, you just had surgery, but sometimes you could just SHUT YOUR TRAP, too.
Also, when he's back he's going to IMMEDIATELY turn the TV on, and it'll go back to being on (and LOUD) for all of his waking hours. It's NICE to have it off right now, or to be able to watch shows I like once in a while, rather than just SPORTS and PROCEDURAL COPS SHOWS RERUNS constantly. And now he's got a reason for not cleaning the basement like he's supposed to, so THAT'S gonna get dropped like a hot rock. Or I'm going to have to do it.
I just...
Look, I love the man, but I don't LIKE him very much. He's lazy and selfish and will use any excuse to validate those things, and every time he has to have surgery, no matter how minor (this one was a major one, though, I will admit), he does just that. It drives me fucking NUTS.
