So again, the time line is fuzzy but at some point my body went into a digestive crisis. I had terrible, terrible reflux and it was affecting my ability to eat. I was on a food watch, they counted all my calories and I was kind of treated like I was failure to thrive. Being overweight much of my life this was bizarre. But it just hurt like hell to eat. While they were giving me insulin for my diabetes they didn’t care what I ate and encourage sugary foods if I could tolerate them for the calories and just adjusted the insulin. I was not on insulin before going in the hospital, but the steroids where shooting my sugars up high. A. got a GI dr. involved, the dr. “in charge” of me was very nice but a bit of an idiot. If A. wasn’t there nothing would have worked right. At one point he completely took me off the steroids, why? who knows, but it sent me into a tail spin fast. As much as they have negative aspects, right now (and then) I need them. At another point he tried to do it again and A. literally yelled at the man. He was from India I think and every time he saw me the last thing he wanted to do was look at my tongue.. I was trying to figure out if it was some Eastern thing or what. Funny!
So I went out of rehab, to GI, to general surgery, to all different floors it seemed. By far the GI floors were the hardest. The tests were no fun, like getting a ct-scan was really painful (positioning, the hard boards you lay on etc.) not to mention the tests and the NG tube that was down my nose for over 2 days. Now that is a torture device the government should try on the terrorists, they might talk fast with that. UGH!!!!!!!
