slavic
09-02-2004, 02:48 PM
Well I’ve been home for a week now (Actually it will be 2 weeks tomorrow) and I guess it’s time to explain were I’ve been for the last 3 months. Back in May while playing at the local card barn I noticed a little blood when I went to the bathroom. As you can quite well imagine I was a little upset and scheduled a doctors appointment which is something that I would almost never do being male and all.
At this appointment I met my assigned doctor who turned out to be a very attractive woman in her late 20’s. Within 30 minutes of meeting her she was telling me how she had the smallest hands in the office; hmm this is obviously not going well. After having my manhood seriously defiled I was misdiagnosed with hemorrhoids and sent home with random suppositories. After 2 weeks of treatment nothing was improving and I ended up back in Satan Wench’s office of rectal pain. To my relief she referred me to a surgeon and decided not to “help” me any longer.
So I meet the Colorectal Surgeon and after an initial hour of interview and examination I’m now lined up for the big reaming in a week. Unfortunately my body had a bit of a crash and I landed in the emergency room dehydrated and bleeding heavily on the 4th of July a few days before the test. After a full day in the hospital I was told that I didn’t have cancer but I did have Ulcerative Colitis. This was confirmed a couple days later after the Colonoscopy and with my body in as bad of shape as it was I was immediately put into the hospital.
7 weeks of hospital life later I was missing 3.5 feet of intestine, been through two extensive surgeries, and lost close to 60 pounds. Seeing a 6 foot guy down to 160 pounds is a scary site let me tell you. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve finally been able to eat solid food again and have built up enough strength to sit at a computer for a few hours a day. Let’s just say it’s a blessing to be able to communicate again.
At this point I’m still looking at 1 more large surgery in 6 months or so, but the process is curative so once I’ve gone through that life should go on as per normal. This is not always the case with this type of disease. Let me just say it’s not the type of thing that I would wish upon anyone. For those of you who know me, well the summer session of school was blown to hell and I’m hoping to be strong enough to make the fall but nothing is certain yet. The medical bills have also all but killed of my poker roll; it’s going to take a while to get that back into shape.
Over the next few months I’ll start to get myself back into working form. So if you see a super emaciated guy check raise you in at your local card room watch out because I’m coming for your cash. Ahh it’s good to be back, better to be alive.
-Dan
At this appointment I met my assigned doctor who turned out to be a very attractive woman in her late 20’s. Within 30 minutes of meeting her she was telling me how she had the smallest hands in the office; hmm this is obviously not going well. After having my manhood seriously defiled I was misdiagnosed with hemorrhoids and sent home with random suppositories. After 2 weeks of treatment nothing was improving and I ended up back in Satan Wench’s office of rectal pain. To my relief she referred me to a surgeon and decided not to “help” me any longer.
So I meet the Colorectal Surgeon and after an initial hour of interview and examination I’m now lined up for the big reaming in a week. Unfortunately my body had a bit of a crash and I landed in the emergency room dehydrated and bleeding heavily on the 4th of July a few days before the test. After a full day in the hospital I was told that I didn’t have cancer but I did have Ulcerative Colitis. This was confirmed a couple days later after the Colonoscopy and with my body in as bad of shape as it was I was immediately put into the hospital.
7 weeks of hospital life later I was missing 3.5 feet of intestine, been through two extensive surgeries, and lost close to 60 pounds. Seeing a 6 foot guy down to 160 pounds is a scary site let me tell you. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve finally been able to eat solid food again and have built up enough strength to sit at a computer for a few hours a day. Let’s just say it’s a blessing to be able to communicate again.
At this point I’m still looking at 1 more large surgery in 6 months or so, but the process is curative so once I’ve gone through that life should go on as per normal. This is not always the case with this type of disease. Let me just say it’s not the type of thing that I would wish upon anyone. For those of you who know me, well the summer session of school was blown to hell and I’m hoping to be strong enough to make the fall but nothing is certain yet. The medical bills have also all but killed of my poker roll; it’s going to take a while to get that back into shape.
Over the next few months I’ll start to get myself back into working form. So if you see a super emaciated guy check raise you in at your local card room watch out because I’m coming for your cash. Ahh it’s good to be back, better to be alive.
-Dan