The Story of My Stomach and the Future of My Tonsils

So, now you know I could be a lecturer. Ha, I can’t believe I sat there and wrote that whole thing. Anyway, here I am, ready to lecture again. I wanna ask you a question, and this time, I won’t give you the lecture until after someone answers. I want you to be brave and give me your honest opinion. To you what does it mean to believe? I expect answers soon. Meanwhile, my post.

So, how are you? That's just lovely. So, if you happened to be polite, and ask me how I am, my answer is, "HORRIBLE!" Yes, horrible. Why, you ask? Well, for starts, I think I have tonsillitis. Yep, that's what I said. A few days ago,  I looked in the mirror with my mouth open, (I was brushing my teeth and I am extremely thorough), when I saw yellow. On the roof of my MOUTH!!! Yuck. Needless to say, it terrified me. And the dangly thingy in my mouth (you know what I mean) is all swollen up at the top, and shrunken on the bottom. And it feels like I tried to swallow a golf ball, but it couldn't get down. I didn't notice it earlier (I'd been coughing and such) because I thought I had a cold or something (because just recently that stuff had gone around). So, yea, now I have to go to the doctor. (mostly likely for yet another surgery). : /   And, yes, another. Here, wanna hear the story? Okay, well..... 

So, this year (2011) at the beginning of October I begin to have extreme stomach pains, which made me double over in pain (Actually, I had been having them for a while, I just thought that it was normal) So, they took me to the doctor on suspicion of an ulcer (because it hurt for me to eat/digest anything).  They took out four, enormous vials of  blood, and then (after it tested negative), decided to send me to a specialist. Well, Dr.An, (he was a guy, and he was amazing. He could make me laugh, even when I was terrified) told me to get a sonogram(which only proved I had a cist). So, I did. Then, when they got really confused, they decided I needed a CT scan, too. So, after drinking the nasty stuff, I had to get that. Well, that's when I got the news. I had Intestinal Malrotation. It's a birth defect. Anyway, it meant my organs were strangling each other, and the blood couldn't get around. So, the only answer was surgery. And, one of my biggest fears is surgery. So, yea. 

So, I got my surgery done the day after my birthday. They took out my appendix and rearranged all of my organs, plus taking out the cist. (The worst part was when the moved me onto my bed directly after). Well, they told me I would be in the hospital about 3-5 days. Boy, can the hospital lie. I ended up being in there sixteen days. (Dr. An later told me there was no way I could have gotten away with that. He said it would have taken at least six days.)So, I normally keep my language clean (I've never sworn in my life), but to be honest, it was like a living Hell. I couldn't eat, or even drink one tiny sip of water for the whole time because I couldn't digest or even go to the bathroom. Also because of the tube that went down into my stomach, which was what pumped up all of the bile. I had to keep hooked up to it or else I would throw up the bile, and get sick. So, the first week, I didn't get any nourishment. I became really sick and weak (I even almost got pneumonia). I wasn't healing fast enough (which surprised the doctors), so they finally had to hook me up with a pic (It is a line that goes directly to your heart, instead of having to travel through your veins), and began feeding me this special mixture of nutrients (which is extremely expensive). I could barely talk, and I could hardly think. 

So, that was my birthday, away from friends, pencils, paper, and even my brain. So I can't really complain. I just hope I don't have to go through that again. I bet you guys think it sounds like tons of fun, huh? Well, it wasn't all bad. I made friends with all of the nurses (I had just about everyone), and met the hospital counselor. I also finally decided exactly which occupation in the medical career that I wanted to become (yea, it took me forever to decide). I chose to become a pediatric nurse/counselor. See, I want to be a pediatric nurse, but I want to have a degree in counseling so that I will be able to comfort the families and children through this trying experience. I think it sounds ideal. 

Well, after that, I still got stomach pains when I ate. It hurt a lot, so I had to get a endoscopy and the one thing they stuck down your throat (by the way, they were both cameras, they just went up/down different ends). Before I had both of them,  I had to take laxatives and all of that junk. It turns out I also have irritable bowel syndrome where I have to take a pill to relax my intestines before I can eat (Dr. An got to do both of those, but not my surgery) so, at last, my stomach is cured (needless to say I am still sore in the stomach, I am super weak, I have a hard time doing anything physical, and I have four large scars to remind me of this event).

 I know I am probably exaggerating this whole tonsil thing. But I can't help it. I fear it too much not to make a big deal about it. Surgery shouldn't be taken lightly. It is NO fun. But, like I said, that doesn't mean some good can't come of it.

Thanks for listening to my whining.

~Evening Star