Of all the things I could have done with my Memorial Day weekend, the last thing I expected to be doing was lying in a hospital bed and having surgery on my bum. Before I went in on Friday, I thought it was a hemorrhoid. I figured I would take a run to the pharmacy, pick up a tube of Preparation H, and all would be good. Unfortunately not everything works itself out so easy.
I called the ambulance and they took me to the Essentia Clinic ER where they poked and prodded, and took a CT scan. Of course, they didn’t bother to tell me anything other than the fact that there were no beds available in the hospital and that they would be shipping me over to Hibbing, Minnesota.
Shortly after they got me into my room, I had a surgeon poking and prodding me. They took me down to an operating room about an hour later. Then I finally got the skinny on the whole thing.
The surgeon’s diagnosis was Necrotizing Fascitise. This was definitely something I didn’t expect. Necrotizing Fascitise was something that I heard of in science fiction movies and in old episodes of old medical soap operas.
Necrotizing fasciitis (NECK-re-tie-zing FASH-e-i-tis) is a rare bacterial infection that spreads quickly in the body and can cause death. Accurate diagnosis, rapid antibiotic treatment, and prompt surgery are important to stopping this infection.
Since last Friday, I’ve had more needles and tubes in me than I could have ever possibly imagined. I’ve learned about the wonders of having a catheter which is something that I hope I’ll never have to deal with again. It’s not the pain of having a catheter, because it really wasn’t all that painful. In fact, until one of the nurses told me, I didn’t even realize it was there. After that, I was more worried about getting the tube caught on something and tearing it out.
They opened up the side of my left testicle and have been removing dead tissue, and then repacking it with gauze, changing it daily. They have been pumping me full of several different antibiotics, and it seems that they are even slowing that down. The doctor that examined me this morning said that everything was looking good, and that barring any further complications, I should be going home within the week.
So what caused all of this? Well, I’m not exactly sure where the necrotizing fascitis entered my body. There was something that looked like a pimple about the size of a marble under the skin inside my right leg. The doctor said that was the most likely answer.
I do know what opened the door for the infection. It turns out that I had severe diabetes that I didn’t even realize I had. So from now on, I will be taking a long lasting insulin every morning when I wake up and another shot before every meal.
It was a big wake up when the doctor told me that if I hadn’t gone into the ER, and I almost didn’t, I more than likely would have been dead in 4 or 5 days.
Definitely not a good thought.