Monday afternoon they came to take me to radiology – my first stop – and then to endoscopy. They took some of my own blood, spun it down to plasma, injected it into the fistula, put a glue cap on top of it, and then put a stent in on top of that. I don’t think I was gone from my room all that long. I have no idea – because once again – my trip to anesthesia land kept me very, very out of it until just not too long ago (it’s Tuesday early evening).
I’m still a little fuzzy, but it’s getting better.
So – things I know:
- I did have some pain on waking – but more pressure. That would be the stent doing its thing.
- They let me have ice chips after 9pm last night. Wild.
- I was pretty gaggy – dry heave kinda stuff – when I was first awake this morning.
- This morning – after Compazine – the doctor let me have clear fluids.
- Fluids have gone well.
- I had a trip to radiology earlier this afternoon for an Upper GI. (Blech, shudder, gag!)
- Dr. Swanstrom looked over my report from radiology and advanced me to full liquids.
- I’m steadier on my feet, and feeling a little more coordinated. Phew!
There is a feeling afoot that this could be a good fix. Dr. Zelko explained to me that it doesn’t always work the first time. But they’re willing to try again if it’s a reasonably well tolerated fix. Way better than the huge scary alternative.
So I’m praying this is THE fix. Join me, won’t you? J