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Wow

Back on 12/25/2016 I was already in the Hospital for problems with My Feet. Went for an MRI and was complaining about My right Abdomen in pain on the way down to it.

When returning to My room as they started to transfer back to the bed I was suddenly in INTENSE PAIN as in SCREAMING FOR PAIN MEDS NOW!!! As We were headed back to the elevator a Nurse hit My Pick Line with Morphine thank God She had that because on the 1-10 pain scale thing I was a 30 !!!

The took Me right to Emergency Surgery and the Doc told Me “They were going to fix Me up” Then I was told to count backwards from 100. I got to Ninety-Eig...

The next thing I remember was I’m on an Op Table, strapped down, IV’s and Intubated. I was on the ceiling looking down at Myself on an Op Table- strapped,IV’s and Intubated with 3 Oriental Docs talking about which Organs were going to be Harvested 1st.

Ceiling Me started SCREAMING AT THEM “I’M ALIVE, I’M ALIVE DON’T PART ME OUT !!!”

The next thing I remember was semi-conscious and My Wife was sitting next to Me and I wanted to go Home and She said “No, We have to stay here for a while.”

The next time I woke up I was in Private ICU and alone for a while before a Nurse came in and asked how I felt and if I knew where I was. I replied I hurt all over My gut (covered in bandages) and was in the Huntersville Hospital. She gave Me IV Pain Meds and said that I was in the Main Hospital in Downtown Charlotte. Then asked Me My Name and Birthday and I got those right away.

It took Me a while to put things in perspective and almost every Nurse asked Me if I had a DNR. One even brought a Generic DNR to fill out. I told her that My Wife knew what to do. But They kept pestering Me about it.

When My Wife came in later that day I found out that I had ruptured My Intestine and was lucky I was already in the Hospital or I’d be Dead. The Doc’s patched My Ruptured Intestine up on 12/25 and while in Recovery I thrashed around and tore the internal stitches and went back under on 01/01/2017 yo fix that and was put in an Induced Coma and IV’ed, Intubated and Strapped down for 2 weeks. During that time My Kidneys started to crap out, had Heart trouble and They didn’t think that I was going to make it.

I would appear that God has a Plan for Me cuz I’m still here.

In 2017, I died 2x while in York Hospital for severe-acute Pancreatitis and Gall Bladder (no, I don’t drink), and they brought me back both times. I was in 23 days, lost 131-lbs (265 to 134) from having only 4 cups of ice chips/day. I was being IV fed and watered thru neck veins. Body ate all fat and muscle, leaving me like a cadaver. 38 pants down to 32.
I was a zombie for 2-3 week, not know who/where I was.

One of the stomach stents used to drain a massive pseudo-cyst on my pancreas came loose after discharge from PSU-Hershey Med Ctr after 15 ERCP-Endoscopies, and my stomach started filling-up w/ blood. Tube up nose down to stomach to pump-out blood on the ambulance ride back to Hershey from York, and into ER to OR, and they fixed it.

I’m still in God’s “Waiting Room”, but he hasn’t called me yet.