I had an emergency surgery today. This morning, I was in an incredible amount of pain that woke me up from my sleep around 5. The pain caused me to hyperventilate for at least an hour or more which caused my hands and feet to cramp up and I lost feeling and control in them. I could not even wipe the tears from my face. My parents heard me in pain around 6 and called the paramedic. They tried to calm me down and regulate my breathing so I can get feeling back in my hands and face. Something about the pain made me feel like I was suffocating. My chest felt heavy and it felt like breathing wasn't working at all. Which in turn caused me to hyperventilate for such a long time that caused the cramping and loss of feeling in my hands.
They rushed me to the ER where they took ultrasound to find the cause of the pain and problem. I was too upset and in pain to indicate clearly what was wrong. I even vommitted up all the fluid in my stomach until there was no more. The ultrasound showed somehow in my sleep my left testicle had twisted itself cutting off bloodflow, which caused the pain there and to shoot up through my stomach also. They had to call in a surgeon immediately. The doctor and the surgeon mentioned that had my parents not called 911 fast enough like they did and had the doctor there not been smart enough to take an ultrasound to find the problem, the testicle could have died from the cut off bloodflow.
After the surgeon got to the ER, he explained the surgery and possible complications should it not work. Worst case scenario would have been that it was too late by the time surgery happened and I could have lost the ability to have kids all together.
The last thing I remember before surgery was the surgeon asking me about school and my work. Then I woke up in the recovery room. I had to stay there until my dizzyness subsided and I was able to walk, eat, and urinate normally. Luckily, the surgery was successful. They fixed me up and fixed both testicles so it doesn't ever happen again. My mom got me a sandwich and some juice from the cafeteria to make sure I was about to eat without vommitting again and to replenish everything that came out earlier.
I just got home about an hour ago. I have to rest and pretty much take it easy with limited activity and moving around for a couple weeks while I recover.
I have to thank the surgeon, nurses, and my parents for taking such great care of me. This could have changed my life had it gone bad. If you think something is wrong, don't ever shrug it off and think it will go away. I could have been in terrible shape if my parents didn't act.
If any of you pray, I could use it to help for a speedy and good recovery and so I can get back into the driver seat of my Supra soon.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
PS. If anyone has any dumb jokes or silly comments about my balls, or want to post any snide comments because you don't like me, fucking save it.
They rushed me to the ER where they took ultrasound to find the cause of the pain and problem. I was too upset and in pain to indicate clearly what was wrong. I even vommitted up all the fluid in my stomach until there was no more. The ultrasound showed somehow in my sleep my left testicle had twisted itself cutting off bloodflow, which caused the pain there and to shoot up through my stomach also. They had to call in a surgeon immediately. The doctor and the surgeon mentioned that had my parents not called 911 fast enough like they did and had the doctor there not been smart enough to take an ultrasound to find the problem, the testicle could have died from the cut off bloodflow.
After the surgeon got to the ER, he explained the surgery and possible complications should it not work. Worst case scenario would have been that it was too late by the time surgery happened and I could have lost the ability to have kids all together.
The last thing I remember before surgery was the surgeon asking me about school and my work. Then I woke up in the recovery room. I had to stay there until my dizzyness subsided and I was able to walk, eat, and urinate normally. Luckily, the surgery was successful. They fixed me up and fixed both testicles so it doesn't ever happen again. My mom got me a sandwich and some juice from the cafeteria to make sure I was about to eat without vommitting again and to replenish everything that came out earlier.
I just got home about an hour ago. I have to rest and pretty much take it easy with limited activity and moving around for a couple weeks while I recover.
I have to thank the surgeon, nurses, and my parents for taking such great care of me. This could have changed my life had it gone bad. If you think something is wrong, don't ever shrug it off and think it will go away. I could have been in terrible shape if my parents didn't act.
If any of you pray, I could use it to help for a speedy and good recovery and so I can get back into the driver seat of my Supra soon.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
PS. If anyone has any dumb jokes or silly comments about my balls, or want to post any snide comments because you don't like me, fucking save it.
