I should have posted the full story earlier, sorry, I have in other parts of the forum but not here. Duh.
Ok...
At the end of July while on vacation I got an obstruction. I'd been feeling poorly for a few days before that but I figured it was just my flare symptoms. Bad pains etc, I was just pushing through it like we all do. But then the violent vomiting started and extreme pain. I went by ambulance to the local hospital, which was very small, back woods type hospital. They did a CT scan and they wanted to do surgery on me that very moment due to the blockage. I declined because I was in the middle of nowhere, on vacation. They gave me a bunch of steroids over IV and pain meds. I checked myself out the next day AMA and drove home with my family.
When I got back home, I saw my GI doctor and told her what happened. It took a few weeks for the small town hospital to send over my records but in the mean time I got an MRE which showed this:
I had a surgical consult a week later and the surgeon wants to remove those two strictures. The catch is that she wants another surgeon present due to the location of the upper stricture being so high. I have a consult with that surgeon on the 10th of Sept.
Well my body didn't make it that far. I've been taking pred and still on my Humira but I slowly couldn't eat any solid foods. I tried drinking only juice and that worked but I missed food so I tried introducing bland, safe foods like grilled chicken breasts which seemed to be ok until Thurs night when I tried chicken breast and pasta.
A few hours after eating that, I knew I was in trouble. It was the same horrifying pain and vomiting that I had in GA. I was going to call 911 when I had a sudden vomiting session that seemed to give me a little relief. So I held off until morning to email my GI doctor to tell her and she sent me to the ER. She told me to get checked in because she can't do admissions.
I headed to the ER, it took forever to get checked in. When I finally got checked in all they did was an xray to check for a blockage, they didn't see one. They did however give me IV fluids and some pain meds, (morphine is a joke, doesn't touch the pain at all, so I had to beg for something stronger) and I was finally able to sleep.
I saw probably 10 doctors total since my admittance last night. One of them was like "I don't think you need any pain meds. It's Crohns and pain meds won't really work for that." I said "EXcuse me? Whatever they gave me in that other hospital sure worked..." and he was like "Oh well hmm, it's not really that bad right?" He also said "I don't believe you're having a flare. Your markers are really high but I don't think its a flare." I said - Uhm so you think my GI doctor team is wrong then?
He ended up leaving the room, giving me no answers except that I would be admitted and moved up stairs.
This morning I saw the head GD that's here (General Doctor) and he said that since its the weekend, it's complicated. I am not to eat food and I need to expel any poop I have left inside me. So he ordered me a suposidtory which hasn't done anything ... and some stool softners. Which were HORRIBLE. I won't do it again. It was this pink, vile, liquid that they had me drink. It burned my throat like fire.
Then I saw the surgeon on call and she said that since I don't have an active blockage right now, I'm not in need of emergency surgery to correct it. She said she would talk to her boss and email the surgeon that I'm supposed to see for my actual surgery to get her opinion. She also mentioned my great timing, (Labor day weekend) and that it's going to be hard to get anything accomplished.
Meanwhile, I'm supposed to not eat anything. I can have sips of water/ice.
That's all the info I had! I asked the nurse who came in here earlier if they thought I was staying tonight, and she said, yes for sure tonight, and that my notes in the computer mention surgery and stuff.
My husband is upset because he wants more answers, but I don't have any to give him.
He doesn't want me to come home, if I can't eat and I'm going to end up back in the ER again if it goes acute mode.
Moral of my story? Never get sick on a holiday.