Got my guts inflated open, coded, rose like a zombie... missing pieces.
What really happened was on the 10th I was not feeling well, the pain hit and I doubled over to my knees. Mom thought I was having an aortic dissection and rushed me to the er. Cognitive thought and grasp on reality exit stage left, enter pain delirium.
Somehow entered the er on my own power... I remember none of this. Nor triage.
There My temp was 96.4 and I was sweating like I ran a marathon, my BP was off the charts into strokesville, 220/160 from the pain. snipits like a bad low budget movie.
Enter the lovely ladies swathing me in heated blankets and trying vainly to get a bp and iv started.
FINAlly got one... and remember them giving me the blessed dilaudid...I sat on the bed in a semi lotus position to maintain warmth. Gallstone, but went south and into septic shock damned near shut my kidneys down.
After the ER into admitting shit got hazy again, REALLY hazy. Tons of people coming and going lots of stupid questions and the stupid NRT bullshit cause no vaping.
Surgery came later that night and what was supposed to be 40 minutes was nearly 6 hours. According to the notes I have I coded on the slab.
Had a horrible post op nurse who withheld pain meds and did not check on me for over 5 hours.. reality kind of snapped back somewhere in there.
Got home and been in a hazy ouch fog since.