So, the next morning they put a drain in my stomach that punctured the skin with this metal straw looking thing and ended in the abscess. I was awake while they put it in and watched the whole thing. At least they gave me Fentanyl. It was weird and interesting to watch them. They basically jammed a sharp straw into my intestines and then covered it with a bag, which had a pump to pull out the nastiness that had settled in the abscess, and then stitched the bag to the skin. It took maybe three minutes and the area was numbed; therefore, there wasn’t any real pain.
Fast-forward thirty minutes and Holy Hell was I in pain. The Lidocaine and Fentanyl had worn off and it was a constant, piercing agony at the drain site. I was thoroughly miserable. I’m talking twelve out of ten on that wretched pain scale they use exhaustingly. I found out the hard way that Morphine and I don’t get along. It seemed that all the Morphine did was keep me awake. All I wanted to do at this point was to sleep and be rid of the constant and debilitating pain. I even asked them if they could put me under, or induce a coma during this time because I didn’t think I was going to be able to physically handle the pain much longer. I’ve broken a lot of bones and had multiple surgeries before too, this was just that bad. At this point, I may have been a little less friendly towards those that were taking care of me. I apologized for that later, I think. Fortunately, after about two hours of waiting for the previous Morphine dose to wear off, they opted to give me Dilaudid. All I can say is, much better. After that, the pain was manageable and I was able to sleep, intermittently. Don’t ever let anyone tell you hospitals are for rest and recovery though!
As it sounds, the point was to drain the abscess of the fluid it had collected. I was also put on IV antibiotics. The drain was left in for four days before the doctor came in and literally ripped it out. I thought he was joking when he said that’s what he was going to do. Two of my friends had just come by to see me and I’m sorry they had to witness that. I could feel my body filling back into whatever cavity the straw from the drain had left. I went home the day before Halloween, with the general consensus being that I had Ulcerative Colitis. I was given two weeks’ worth of antibiotics and pain medicine.