Brooke Beecham

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, 06-21-2008 at 04:06 PM (63324 Views)

Well I am proud I made it to 2002 yesterday! In the first part of 2003 I don't really remember the dates I began to have eating issues it was hurt me so bad to eat ANYTHING! So they put me in the hospital in the beginning of that year in Memphis TN where I had found my new GI doctor, Dr. Lazar, her husband was te one who did my ear surgeries. I was realeased with pills to help me not hurt and be able to eat. But it just did not seem to do what I needed! So, on over into the year I started my Junior year at a school in Camden TN, one of my best friends and I drove everyday we had the most fun! But on Sept 16th of 2003 I woke up in excruciating pain, I couldn't eat I couldn't think. It was scary! So I got myself together enough to try to go to school because I was bound and determined to graduate on time in spite of my medical problems! So I got there and I got SO SICK I had to have my mother come and pick me up, she took me straight the hospital where they gave me a shot and we headed off towards memphis. That day I saw my Dr. Lazar she put me in the hospital at Lebonour in Memphis! I was there for ten days and in those ten days I had 3 upper GI's with lower bowel follow throughs each consisting of drinking the liquid chalk 16oz at a time and 5 and 6, 16 oz cups an upper GI. I also had multiple catscans with and without contrast,and I even had a colonocopy which I woke up in the middle of....Now that was FUN!<-----just kidding not so fun<----so after being there for ten days not eating because of all the test I wasn't allowed to eat for like 72 hours because of back to back fasting test. They let me go home. My best friends grandmother had died on the friday before I got to come home on that Sunday, So on our way home fromt he hospital I insisted they allow me to go to the funeral home to be with my best friend. My parents let me. During the funeral I go SO sick it was horrible to I left the funeral and went into a side room until my father was able to leave the platform where he was playing music and singing in the funeral. From there I was able to get a little food down enough to take my medicine and I fell asleep finally, after my body was SO exhausted from the pain and the crying and the emotional junk it was dealing with. I was able to stay of of the hospital for I believe 4 days. I then lost the ability to eat, or think I was losing weight at an alarming rate so my mother got in contact with my surgeon Dr. John Pietsch at Vanderbilt childrens hopsital in Nashville TN, He told her to bring her in ASAP and it would be a direct admit! That night was the worst night I have in recent memory, I got there and they started poking me with I didn't mind but by the 3rd try for an IV you get a little frustrated. Finally they got Harold, who stuck me twice one time the rest of the time he got it on the FIRST stick. He got my IV started they started a demerol drip and lot of fluids and then decided to put a feeding tube down my throat. The lady who came in a was going to put the feeding tube down me she came in I dealt with the pressure the pain and the aggrivation of having that thing stuck down your nose, and within only a couple of minutes it was over. They started me on that THIck, milky, smells like a nursing home formula with made me DEATHLY ill. As soon as that milk hit my stomach it TORE me up, I was misrable! And I was in a two sleeper room so the bathroom wasn't always accessible. So, the strength I had was gone within a matter of a couple hours! Then at about four am a very very dumb orderly come in there jerked me around pulled my feeding tube half out which hurt so bad it brough tears to my eyes, and she was just pulling on this cord and unplugging this acting like she was in such a rush to get me to yet another catscan, she just couldn't waste the time to actually transport a patient without harming them! Finally after about an hour in the CT scan and freezer as I liked to refer to it, I was able to go back up and lay down on that trauma room bed which I knew was going to feel like heaven! I got up there laid down and I was about to fall asleep when my nurse, I shall call her helga, I don't remember her name but I just know she was big and I wasn't and she was not so much on the caring side either. So, she runs in there and says you tube is coming out and proceeds to take her forefinger and her thumb and grasp that tube and start SHOVING it back down my throat, saying swolllow swollow swollow, tears were being forced from my eyes it hurt SO bad, I was very thankful when her shift ended!

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