Then w pre-eclampsia and gestational diabetes I soared to sumo 404lbs and ended up with a c-section. Healed great, on the outside. However there was a knot the size of a golf ball, the Dr said it'd go away, just serous(sp) fluid. It grew to grapefruit size and he stuck the opposite end of sterile qtip in me, nothing came out. Again said no big deal.
4 days later it was the size of a basketball, red, swollen and hurt like hell. Me and my baby went in for a check up and finally saw a new military doc who realized I was severely infected. Advised me to get someone to get my baby and begin prepping for surgery. My husband had to run from one side of post to the hospital while a nurse took my son and I was in the OR within about 45mins. (PS, c-section was my first surgery).
After that I went through 16 more surgeries back to back every single day and they couldn't keep me from going septic. Finally, a Dr.Hill, whom I respect immensely, came in and shut the doors. She took my hand and with tears in her own eyes let me know that they could not fix me. They were sending me out to a Plastic Surgeon (not a wound center) to let him try because they were out of ideas.
I met Dr.McCabe the following day, being completely septic and he didn't even bother to look at me. He informed myself, my dad, and my aunt that he would simply wound vac me and there'd be no prob, I had no business with him, and I was to be back the next morning at 6am. Septicaemia got worse to the point I was at the ER at military hospital and they cleaned me as best they could. When I arrived there he was cold and didn't speak to me any. I was scared and just wanted it over.
When I came to there wasn't 1, but 2 wound vacs and the lower half of my stomach was missing...Including my bellybutton. He informed me I was too large for it to work right and I'd have to deal another way. Once every 3 days I was put under and they would cut away everything dead and dying, leaving enormous flaps and holes and replacing these 2 pads which, in truth, had no suction.
Then on the 3rd time around we went back and there was a new intern with the anesthesialogist. Everything was normal. They explained, I got a valium type thing to relax me, then started counting and was asleep. Suddenly there was this ripping that cause a God awful scream I still cant believe I made. The intern backed up bt McCabe said just get the pads out and finish. I remember begging them to stop, to hit me, and the anesthessiaologist said Id have (verset?) and remember nothing. That the pain would leave. But I would one nurse pulling at a would vac pad stuck so hard she had to brace herself against the side of the bed to get it out. I remember it all.
And then when they did get me out and finally bring me around, realizing that wasn't the best route for me, I had a chest tube in my neck by mistake and a hole in my stomach that was filled by 8 rolls of wet curlex and 5 rolls of dry. Because of the wounds and tubes I couldn't even old my baby. McCabe realized me while I was still being pack wet to dry. 8 wet, 5 dry. 1 bottle of vicodin and no antibiotics. and told me no follow up necessary. I have pictures I have no idea why I keep.
After that they did gastric bypass to try and get the wound to heal. which it did but it still cracks and tears and gets infected, especially if I'm hot. The they found a terotoma tumor in my left ovary that was benign but had to have the ovary, appendix and gallbladder removed. And I was told Id probably have no more children because the other ovary was covered in cysts.
In AZ I began getting severe migraines and my neurologist gave me a medicine that cause the anastomosis (stomach to intestine) sight to burst and my heart stop twice.
The nightmares are horrible. Id rather not sleep at times. And what's worse is knowing that anytime I go out I panic if there are too many people..Like a flight or fight situation. I stay inside my house more often or not.
My family (mom and brother) say they feel as though they don't know me any more and I don't think I do any more either. Luckily my husband understands as he is a soldier and get PTSD up close and personal and my kids and my life. I'm thankful to be alive and with them I just wanna feel happy and normal.