So my story begins on Wednesday of last week, October 29 at 530am. I wake up with so much pain that I thought my left lung had collapsed. I called my mother scared. I'm not really sure why I called because I knew she couldn't do anything being an hour away... but I guess I felt like I needed to let someone know that I was in pain in case I died? lol.... I'm not sure. So, she suggested a breathing treatment since it is changing seasons and I have asthma that flairs up between seasons. The breathing treatment didn't work. Because North Oaks Hospital is infamous for sending people home with no real diagnosis... I didn't want to go, pay $100 that I don't have and be told its a cold. lol. I went to the infirmary at school, which is FREE. Ms. Vera (the doctor) said it was an inflammed chest wall which causes a lot of pain and that I should rest and take motrin every 4-6 hours and it should go away that night. I did as instructed but I woke the next morning with no relief and in MORE pain. I went back to see Ms. Vera and she suggested that I go see my stomach doctor. I called and they said to come right away. I get there and see the NP. She speaks with my surgeon and he says he need to admit me right away! They were going to call an ambulance... but since I was in Covington and I needed to get to Slidell... I just drove. I called my mom on the way and she met me there. Meanwhile, every time I move or breathe I have sharp pains... and dull pains when I am perfectly still. I was admitted into the hospital (which isn't covered by my insurance because it is complications from an elective procedure). I was extremely dehydrated because I haven't really eaten or drank anything since Tuesday night. Every vein they tried burst. :( I have like 10 different bruises from where they tried. I had three doctors and two nurses surrounding me questioning about my symptoms, types of pains, location... etc. 30 minutes later... Dr. Thomas was discussing me what was going to happen. They went in down my throat with a scope to see if they could see the band. If they could that meant that it went through my stomach wall... which obviously isn't good. He assured me that whatever it was... that they were going to fix it, but if it was anything with the uterus or ovaries they would have to call a specialist. I lost it then... so many thoughts ran through my head. What if it was that??? I'm not going to have children.... blah blah blah. He then explained that he was going to use the same incisions as last time so I wouldn't have any more scars (which they stuck to... except I gained one).
The result:
No more lapband. There was a reallyyy bad infection. He thinks a verryyyy small hole caused the stomach to leak bacteria into other parts of my body causing an infection. The hole is from the band. My body rejected it and didn't like it causing irritation... thus the ulcer/hole.
So, I'm out of the hospital now... on antibiotics, finally off pain medications, and feeling sooo much better.
