StretchL
Well-known member
Greetings, all.
I'm sorry I've not been in touch in a while, but I nearly bled to death last Monday.
Actually, they could've given me a transfusion, so I guess I wouldn't have bled to death, but my BP did drop to 60/40 and hemoglobin count to 7.6. They pumped enough IV fluid in me to float a battleship, and decided against the transfusion, in the end.
You may remember details of the hemorrhoidectomy I had two weeks ago. Well, it turns out the Catheter of Doom wasn't the worst of my troubles.
Read on:
Exactly one week after the hemorrhoid "day surgery," I was back in the Emergency Room bleeding profusely from one of the incisions. A couple of the sutures had come out, and the docs eventually put me back under and sewed me back up, but not before I'd waited about 8 hours in the ER and had lost a lot of blood. One nurse told me my lips were turning blue and that I was going into shock.
Fun.
After surgery and two more nights in the hospital I came home, but I've been too weak to get out of bed, much less check e-mail, etc.
So.
My primary care physician told me it would take a month or so for my body to recover from the blood loss; my Ross Procedure was scheduled for 11.7, a little over four weeks away.
I e-mailed Dr. Stelzer and he agreed that we should put off the AVR surgery for a while, probably until the beginning of December. His perspective was that the "little stress test" of the blood loss at least demonstrated that my heart is in good condition, and agreed that waiting on the Ross Procedure is a good idea.
Damn. I thought I had the rest of the year all planned out...
I also had to cancel a wedding shoot this past Saturday (found a pinch hitter, thank God), and a magazine assignment this Monday.
In all seriousness, this was one of the most frightening experiences of my life... if not THE most frightening experience. The amount of blood I was losing was beyond anything I've ever seen. I didn't seem to be getting the attention I needed in the ER, and it wasn't until I started blacking out and yelled for help that they started really working on me. Then, suddenly, there were six people in the room. And even though I was very glad they were going to go back in and suture up the wound, I was a bit nervous about a second anesthesia experience just a week after the first.
All in all, very frightening, very sobering.
But today has been a good day.
Our lives are so fragile...
I'm sorry I've not been in touch in a while, but I nearly bled to death last Monday.
Actually, they could've given me a transfusion, so I guess I wouldn't have bled to death, but my BP did drop to 60/40 and hemoglobin count to 7.6. They pumped enough IV fluid in me to float a battleship, and decided against the transfusion, in the end.
You may remember details of the hemorrhoidectomy I had two weeks ago. Well, it turns out the Catheter of Doom wasn't the worst of my troubles.
Read on:
Exactly one week after the hemorrhoid "day surgery," I was back in the Emergency Room bleeding profusely from one of the incisions. A couple of the sutures had come out, and the docs eventually put me back under and sewed me back up, but not before I'd waited about 8 hours in the ER and had lost a lot of blood. One nurse told me my lips were turning blue and that I was going into shock.
Fun.
After surgery and two more nights in the hospital I came home, but I've been too weak to get out of bed, much less check e-mail, etc.
So.
My primary care physician told me it would take a month or so for my body to recover from the blood loss; my Ross Procedure was scheduled for 11.7, a little over four weeks away.
I e-mailed Dr. Stelzer and he agreed that we should put off the AVR surgery for a while, probably until the beginning of December. His perspective was that the "little stress test" of the blood loss at least demonstrated that my heart is in good condition, and agreed that waiting on the Ross Procedure is a good idea.
Damn. I thought I had the rest of the year all planned out...
I also had to cancel a wedding shoot this past Saturday (found a pinch hitter, thank God), and a magazine assignment this Monday.
In all seriousness, this was one of the most frightening experiences of my life... if not THE most frightening experience. The amount of blood I was losing was beyond anything I've ever seen. I didn't seem to be getting the attention I needed in the ER, and it wasn't until I started blacking out and yelled for help that they started really working on me. Then, suddenly, there were six people in the room. And even though I was very glad they were going to go back in and suture up the wound, I was a bit nervous about a second anesthesia experience just a week after the first.
All in all, very frightening, very sobering.
But today has been a good day.
Our lives are so fragile...