Well, they finished the colonoscopy about 1 o’clock. The doctor came out and spoke with me. He said they found two medium sized pre-cancerous polyps and removed them. Nothing to worry about.
He said there was no celiac disease… Results from the endoscopy a few days earlier.
Found three… Yes THREE rings. They were my TOE
RINGS! Yes, I have heard all the “toe sucking” jokes I need, thank you!
In actuality, I remember a couple of weeks ago taking the toe rings off to put lotion on my feet. I have been wearing these toe rings… The same ones… For over 20 years. Thank heavens they are 14 karat gold or else I’m concerned about what toxic affect another metal might’ve had inside him.
Evidently, I got distracted and left them in a glass or a bottle or whatever I left them in for safekeeping. Then, I guess I forgot - doesn’t take much these days - and served H food from that container.
TOTALLY all my fault. I feel horrible! I wear lots of rings on my hands, too. They don’t fall off of my hands… In fact they are a bit tight. But this has scared me, and so I am going to start using gloves to prepare his food from now on. Thank God they did not cause any harm. I guess because they are so tiny.
(I did get a little bit of a weird look from the doctor when he handed them to me and I told him they were my toe rings.)
There were no impactions or blockages or any other concerns. He will just need to have another colonoscopy in three years.
So that is all good news!
We got back to his hospital room at about two. The doctor said to stay overnight one more night so they could be certain there was no bleeding from where he removed the polyps. So my husband is so excited that he can have food now. So we ask for food. And waited and waited and waited. At some point, I fell asleep. When I woke up, he still had not been fed.
I went to the nurse to raise a little bit of “Southern charm” hell. They said they were so sorry and they would get him something. Something like what would be in a box lunch. When she saw my face reaction to that suggestion, she said she would get him something else. Oops! The kitchen is closed. But she will come up with something. When the food came up, it was mashed carrots, and a shredded beef concoction with a thick strong gravy/sauce. I saw the look on my husband‘s face. He said, “I’ll just eat it.“
Now, I used to do a 10 day fast every six months to a year. It was super great for detoxing and boosting energy. But, no matter how careful you are, the first couple of meals must be as gentle on the stomach as you can make them. So there was no way I was giving him that meat.
I asked what kind of diet he was on now...”soft mechanical”. ??? So I ask what that means. She just names a few foods. So I just decided I knew what soft meant, I assumed mechanical in this instance referred to chewing, and I KNEW from experience, and...well...from having a brain, that spicy would not be good. I had barely enough time to rush home and warm up some chicken noodle soup, grab a banana, and go to Kentucky fried chicken for some plain mashed potatoes before they closed the doors to visitors. And that’s what he had for supper.
He got his pain pill at about 715, and it is now 10 o’clock here. He is writhing in pain. He’s crying. He’s saying that the tramadol doesn’t work anymore. He’s worried that when we get home I will not give him any pain medicine because of the recent taper from opioids. He says he knows that when we go to get the second nerve block next week that it will not work. He is an emotional mess.
So, now to get through the night, and then tomorrow go home. I dread it so badly. I hope when he gets in his own bed and gets to see the kids and our granddaughter, that will perk him up some.
I am running out of ideas for helping him regarding the pain. My niece is a hospice nurse and she can’t imagine why I won’t give him whatever pain meds he needs to stop hurting. But he is not in hospice and he does want to continue living.
And regarding addiction, he tells me he does not want the pain medicine. That he wants to find some thing different. That’s when the pain isn’t so bad. Then when it really kicks in, he says he just doesn’t think anything is going to work. It is freaking cruel how bad he is hurting and how bad he has hurt for so long. The pain is the nerve pain related to his disability...not so much the gastric issues, although I’m sure they exacerbate it.
I’m trying so hard to believe we can find something: nerve blocks, spinal morphine drips, or something. We have even spoken about clipping the nerves in his spine. But that will greatly affect other things such as bowel and bladder function and more.
I need to thank all of you wonderful people… For your information and advice, your love and support, and for just being there for me through this. It has been a hard experience for my husband, and for me. I know you have made it much easier for me.
Y’all are simply the best!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Oh, and as far as the “eating weird things” goes, I know now that he did not intentionally swallow my toe rings. And as far as the plastic IV clamp goes, it turns out it is a urine collection bag clamp. And my husband has one of those on his bed. I am assuming that the clamp came off of the collection bag and as flat as it was, was not noticed when we were putting layers of pads under him during his prep for the colonoscopy. (At times there were three and four people in there trying to deal with the situation.) Then, at one of the times that he was expelling fluids, I think it must’ve popped out from underneath his rear end.
At least, that’s my story… And I’m sticking to it.
[This message edited by WhatsRight at 10:34 PM, October 19th (Monday)]