Today, March 26, 2014 exactly one year ago, One year ago today I was feeling really bad, had a low grade fever, but went to work because I knew it was “just” a Crohn’s flare, I use “just” a very lightly because to someone without the disease would think they were dying. About 11:00am I needed the loo, sitting in there I got a pain so sever in my crotch and lower left abdomen that I fell off the toilet. After a few minutes laying there I managed to get up and clean everything up, I went out and told my friend and co-worker I was sick and needed to go to the back room to lay down for a few. After a bit the pain let up a bit so I returned to work. I could not stand completely straight up, but that’s okay and I finished the day at Central. Upon arriving home I passed through the living room and made my way upstairs to get ready for Anthony’s game. Going back to the living room I told Eva I was ready to go to Philippi and she said (”Why are you hunched over?”) I told her it feels like someone punched me in the gut and kicked me in the crotch, we argued a bit but she convinced me I needed to stay home. Off they went. I sat down in the recliner and fell asleep. About 7:30pm I woke up needing to pee, immediately upon standing I collapsed in the worse pain I have ever felt, I knew something was terribly wrong. My phone was upstairs, I had to crawl on all four to get it. I called my Mom who sent my son, Stevie he took me to Grafton City Hospital’s ER.
The doctor on call immediately ordered blood work, My blood pressure was tanking where he found my white blood cell count was through the roof, so he ordered x-rays and a CT scan. A nurse comes to me and is hooking up an IV as soon as she was done the Doctor told her to give me Demerol, a few minutes passed, the nurse still with m when the Doctor came back in and told her I had “Free Air”, yes that scared the hell out of me because I knew what it meant. The contents of my intestines were emptying into my abdominal cavity. I spoke up and said I wanted to go to Fairmont General, where Doc C worked and he would do everything in his power to keep me from getting Sepsis. My day ended with a ride in ambulance, more Demerol, lots of Morphine and at FGH lots of Dilaudid. March 25, 2014 I laid in a bed in hospital terrified, because I ate a strawberry.
Joshua E. Robinson
In Your Darkest Moment Always Remember There is Still Hope!!! 🙂