Unanswered prayers are often part of being a patient in the hospital. If you remember from last time, my doctors were telling me that I’d need an NG tube if I didn’t start digesting soon. After getting that news, I walked around and bounced up and down as often as I could. I’d been told that getting an NG tube was very unpleasant and that moving around could help me digest. It did not.
I held in the vomit for days, but in the end, I lost the fight. I couldn’t get the bile to pass through, so I threw up liters of black and green onto the floor of my hospital room and into a bucket they’d given me for just in case. Here’s the thing guys, I felt defeated, but I wasn’t surprised. When they told me I might need one, I was scared, but I also just kind of knew it was inevitable.
As some of my Twitter buddies pointed out, NG tubes are given for relief, not torture. I didn’t want one, but I also knew that if I needed one, it would help me feel better. Like I said, I’d been holding on to vomit for days. That in itself is already very unpleasant. So, when I threw up, I felt twinge of despair, but I mostly just felt resigned and hopeful that even though things were lousy right now, at least I’d get some relief.
Bravo!👏👏👏