Hello, my name is Medron

by on April 4, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

There was some confusion when it comes to my discharge. I never got a final doctor visit, and many of the plans were in flux when they decided to let me go. My discharge papers said I should have a six day perscription of antibiotics and they were sending me home with a stool softener. No stool softener. And the pharmacy only gave me a four day prescription. Which was going to end on Saturday. A weekend. When the pharmacies are closed. Color me worried when I realized the problem on Friday. So I called the hotline and talked to them. It seems they really did mean for me to run out of antibiotics five days after a life threatening operation. Oh lucky me.

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Hello, my name is Medron

by on April 3, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

An interesting thing is that all of this started on Sunday an hour after eating Easter dinner. The goose had taken a long time to cook, and it felt like previous cases of food poisoning I’ve had, so I wasn’t nervous at all. I did what you do for food poisoning. Ate chicken noodle soup, had some nice cream style corn, got under the covers, and felt better. Then I went to work. It hurt a bit, but twelve hours later I was still operational. Then the apendix burst at 6AM and I knew something was wrong. The moral of the story? A sick apendix feels just like food poisoning.

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Hello, my name is Medron

by on April 2, 2016 at 12:01 am
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The Taco Bell dog cup became my most trusted companion after my Olympic tryouts. He went with me everywhere, always ready to make me feel better, and his presence was comforting. But I have not needed him like that again so far. I kept to a liquid diet of jello and beef bullion on Wednesday, and tried out a couple bites of real food on Thursday. By Thursday night I even managed to generate some real belches. The ones my friends call Wookie mating calls. For the Wookies we grew up with in the Star Wars novels. I have no idea how Darth Mickey’s Wookies will handle romance of course. I liked them when they threw pots and pans. Oh wait. That was Roddenberry’s Klingons. 😉

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Hello, my name is Medron

by on April 1, 2016 at 12:01 am
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The secret of jello is that it has a lot of protein and sugar in an easily digested form. That is why it is the first “food” that hospitals give you. In solid form of course. I took it at 2:30 AM on Wednesday morning in an even easier digested liquid form into what I thought was an empty stomach. I was wrong. The first two swallows of liquid jello hit my very full stomach like a bomb and I felt an urge that could not be denied. So I grabbed my trusty Taco Bell dog cup, assumed the position, and began my Olympic tryouts in projectile vomiting. I totally emptied myself and felt much better. I farted, burped, and my stomach began to gurgle. My digestion was working again. So I drank the rest of the jello and all was well.

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Hello, my name is Medron

by on March 31, 2016 at 12:01 am
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Eating solid food less than 24 hours after surgery to remove my apendix was not actually a good idea. I did not realize it at the time, but my digestive system could not handle it. Five hours later when I was home at 6PM I did know something was wrong so I called Mayo for help. I told them I was blocked up and they told me to get some stool softener. My mom did and I took two of them as ordered along with my pain killer and antibiotic. At 2AM I felt hungry so thought it had worked. I asked mom to make me some jello and she gave me a coffee cup of it in liqiud form. It worked, though not in the way I intended…

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