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My wife, after warnings from her doctor that her next gall bladder attack would be her last and would require immediate surgery, suffered one 4 hours after we arrived in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. We had a week paid for, all inclusive. My wife was deathly sick and we didn’t even consider going to a doctor there. The emergency flight home cost more than the whole trip, and we went from the Greater Cincinnati airport straight to the hospital, where the told her she was a few hours from it bursting (which was our big fear while on the airplanes home).

So we paid for more than two vacations, got none, and by far the worst part of it was worried SICK about getting my baby home safely.
Wow, glad she is okay. I have a near disasterous gallbladder story too. Mine tried real hard to kill me. I had a 2" gallstone in mine. The walked me out to the nurses station to show me the scans after they got me out of the machine. They were geeking out on it. They had never seen anything like that. They had to break the stone into pieces to get it out of me. I knew things were serious by how they were treating me. After it was all done I found out at my first follow up appointment that my gallbladder was inflamed to twice it's normal size and when they tested it, it had gangrene in it. If it had burst, I would not have survived it.

Many of my family are gone so some medical things that are family related are not known to me. I found out from a cousin while I was in the hospital that evidently gallbladder issues run on my mother's side of the family, which she is on. I have only had two real surgeries in my life and both were emergencies.
 
I think that is the worst vacation story I have heard, happy it was not worse! Also glad the plane ride did not do the unthinkable!! Did you get a lousy t-shirt at the airport on your way out? Quite the story, but I would not want to be the one having to relay it as personal experience. Cool that you both made it home safe and to health to tell the story.
Oh, I left out the gory details about my poor girl puking her guts out for hours while I sat in a dark room with absolutely nothing I could to to help her. And her feeling so bad about ruining our vacation, that she kept telling me to go out to the pool or the ocean and enjoy myself while we waited for word on a flight home. Of course, I told her I was not going out to to pool or the ocean while she was in there sick as a dog.

And of course, we couldn't get a straight flight home, so what should have been a two hour flight took most of a day to get home. I think she kept the air sickness bag for a souvenir. :rolleyes:
 
My wife and I have had none of the shots. The symptoms have been up and down. I would probably term this as mild from things I have read about what others have been through with it. One interesting thing is that we have had almost completely different symptoms. About the only thing that has been the same is muscle aches and feeling tired all the time. Other than that, our symptoms have been completely different. It wasn't until I lost my senses of smell and taste that I was convinced it was actually COVID. I was wondering if it was strep throat by how mine was progressing.

Today is the one week mark for when my symptoms started. I am wondering how much longer I am going to feel tired and crappy.
My symptoms lasted a tad over a week. My wife's were closer to two weeks. Chills alternating with sweats (clammy skin), then the body/skin aches, headache but no actual fever really. Weak for a few days and disrupted sleep, but for me that's kind of normal with sleep patterns. We missed the vaccine for the latest strain by mere days due to lack of availability at the local drug stores and health unit. Then she went to that conference in Saskatoon and bingo...Imagine, 50 or 60 clinical pharmacists in a room and over half of them contracted COVID during the 3 days. Not the kind of sharing that is considered a gift to your associates.
 
I told my wife that my biggest concern with not being able to smell or taste anything is that I very easily could eat something that is spoiled and I would never know, until that makes me sicker.
I caught COVID about a year and a half ago and although I never lost my sense of smell, but I still haven't got my taste back. I had no idea how much it sucked.

I got the first shot and the booster, but I had an unpleasant reaction to the booster so I passed on additional boosters. Wish I had got them now.
 
Oh, I left out the gory details about my poor girl puking her guts out for hours while I sat in a dark room with absolutely nothing I could to to help her. And her feeling so bad about ruining our vacation, that she kept telling me to go out to the pool or the ocean and enjoy myself while we waited for word on a flight home. Of course, I told her I was not going out to to pool or the ocean while she was in there sick as a dog.

And of course, we couldn't get a straight flight home, so what should have been a two hour flight took most of a day to get home. I think she kept the air sickness bag for a souvenir. :rolleyes:
I feel for her. I know first hand how bad a gallbladder attack feels. I was up with mine all night before I woke my wife up and told her something was really wrong and I needed to go to the hospital. She didn't know where it was so I drove... Yea, that was fun. I suffered through that attack for hours, until they gave me some serious pain meds by IV once they got me in the hospital. I immediately fell asleep. It scared my wife because I went from reeling in pain to dead quiet.
 
I feel for her. I know first hand how bad a gallbladder attack feels. I was up with mine all night before I woke my wife up and told her something was really wrong and I needed to go to the hospital. She didn't know where it was so I drove... Yea, that was fun. I suffered through that attack for hours, until they gave me some serious pain meds by IV once they got me in the hospital. I immediately fell asleep. It scared my wife because I went from reeling in pain to dead quiet.
The nurse at the hotel gave her something (can't remember what) but it had her hallucinating. My wife is petite and has a low threshold for pain, and a low tolerance for pain meds etc. One advil at 8:00 at night and she has trouble waking up the next morning. o_O When they give her strong stuff, it knocks her into left field. Poor thing had birds attacking her, TV on fire, a whole Sergio bachelor days smorgasbord! :D
 
The only thing I can complain about is having my tonsils out at almost 40 years of age. It was a horrible experience. Everything I would drink would come right up through my nose. I had to go back to the hospital because 3 days of basically throwing up through my nose I had a nose bleed that wouldn’t stop.
I honestly think my concussion was just so much worse. I had severe eye damage I had to wear an eye patch for 2 years. I have had corrective surgery But it never will be right!
 
The only thing I can complain about is having my tonsils out at almost 40 years of age. It was a horrible experience. Everything I would drink would come right up through my nose. I had to go back to the hospital because 3 days of basically throwing up through my nose I had a nose bleed that wouldn’t stop.
I honestly think my concussion was just so much worse. I had severe eye damage I had to wear an eye patch for 2 years. I have had corrective surgery But it never will be right!
My wife had her tonsils removed as an adult. That is no joke. It knocked her down hard for a while. She reminded me that she lost her sense of smell and taste back then. So it is interesting that this came up again this week.

This reminded me of another time she had some crazy stuff going on. From what the doctor said something in her inner ear got out of alignment. It totally screwed up her balance. She couldn't stand. If she moved around much at all she wanted to hurl. When I took her to the doctor I had to figure out how to get her from the couch to the car. We had a small porch with a few steps down to ground level. I pulled my car up into the yard right at the edge of the porch. I had to guide her out the door and down the stairs then into the back seat so she could lay down. She had to stay laying down in the car until they were ready for her in the office. Crazy times man. I had kind of forgot about that.
 
Almost 30 years ago I broke my leg and ankle rather badly in a snowmobile accident. The actual injury didn't really hurt that much at the time (the human body is a remarkable machine and often blocks pain receptors in extreme circumstances), but by the time I was sent in to the city for more acute injury care, the adrenaline had worn off and the throbbing was pretty intense. The injury didn't compound in spite of the total separation of the two lower leg bones and the acute dislocation of the ankle joint, but the swelling was crazy. By the time they got me into the trauma room I was sweating pretty hard. They gave my a shot of some morphine derivative for pain (I'd had nothing at all up until that point) and tried to reduce my ankle back into place... nope, wasn't happening, the pain was excruciating. So another shot of what ever happy juice and back out into the waiting area. Wheeled me back in sometime later and tried again, no way Jose. I have a very high pain threshold, but that was ridiculous. But when they finally gave up I had the brilliant idea that it was a good time to invite the entire ER staff out to our house for a BBQ! Drugs are wonderful things...you make friends with everyone!
Next thing I remember was being lifted off the emerg gurney and put into a bed. More frights: the trauma nurse was a neighbor of my in-laws at their lakeside residence. She was a total raving alcoholic and that scared me far more than the mess my leg was in! Another shot of whatever and I was in la-la land (thankfully) and the next thing I saw was hallway lights as they rolled me into the OR for surgery the next morning (I remember seeing a clock on the wall somewhere on the ride).
Of course now, I have a great reminder of the accident when the weather changes. My built in barometer is far more accurate than any weatherman/meteorologist. But I sure don't get paid like one...
 
I know that none of you can relate but giving birth to two hefty babies was unbearably painful. With the first I had to fold an opted finally for an epidural but the second there wasn’t time for anything. I barely made it to the hospital. The pain was so intense. Some of my migraines can compare with this kind of intensity though.
 
I know that none of you can relate but giving birth to two hefty babies was unbearably painful. With the first I had to fold an opted finally for an epidural but the second there wasn’t time for anything. I barely made it to the hospital. The pain was so intense. Some of my migraines can compare with this kind of intensity though.
Can't personally touch that one. But I have heard kidney stones are excruciating. One of my co-workers said he found the process akin to meeting his mortality head on. I know what it felt like trying to get up in the ER to have x-rays taken after my crash though, took two staffers to assist me to get up. literally could not do it myself. And I previously though a torn ACL hurt like Hell.
I made the ER peeps laugh though, when they cut off my race suit I told them I was going to cry. They asked if they were hurting me...I said yeah, right in my wallet, that suit was $1500!:D
 
Life never slows down. My hubby is set to go in for his final surgery. The screws they reattached bone to bone in his very first surgery have broken in his right foot. It’s causing him great misery. So they have to saw through the bones mid foot and put new titanium screws in place. Stitch him up, then come home and recoup for the summer. I really wanted to join a cycling group this summer but I have to stick close To home base.

I really hope this is it!
 
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