Hello, my name is Medron

by on April 6, 2016 at 12:01 am
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Sunday was a day of change. It was one week after the first symptoms started. A friend stopped by on the way home with gifts from the convention I missed this weekend. We talked a bit. It was good. It was tiring. Then I had a hankering for pudding and ate most of a bowl of fresh milk chocolate pudding. Pure bliss. I can actually lie down on a bed without hurting now. So that is good too. Then I saw a Subway commercial and fell in lust. A few minutes later I held in my hands a toasted slice of wheat bread. Add cheese, honey mustard, BBQ sauce, ham, and lettuce, and my mouth took a direct trip to heaven.

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Hello, my name is Medron

by on April 5, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I began toying with real food on Friday. The meatloaf was good but I could only eat it very slow and in small amounts. My system handled it, but an attempt to eat it later that day hit a total roadblock. My stomach just said no, so I ate some more jello and went to bed. On Saturday I tried chicken noodle soup, with real chicken added, and had the same result. Once was OK. Twice was right out. I have been able to handle scrambled eggs each morning though, which has been an amazing jumpstart to the day. The best news is, my Wookie mating calls remain strong so all hope is not yet lost. 🙂

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Hello, my name is Medron

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

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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