- Jan 15, 2006
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Friday, my dad went to the ER. Massive stomach pains, constipation, blood pressure through the roof (he's always had high BP, though).
They diagnosed it as pancreatitis, allowed him to come home Saturday night. Told him to stay on a soft diet. Oh, and they found a spot on his pancreas. Blood work was fine, CAT scan showed nothing, general MRI showed nothing to be worried about.
Monday morning, I wake up and find out he's beck in the hospital. They got his blood pressure down, and he started eating again after a few days on an IV diet, yum.
Literally 6 hours after he ate his first thing (I think it was some kind of jello, not sure). he was in immense pain. Morphiene drip, probably his 20th one in three days. He's now going back in for his third round of cat scans, MRI's, and tests. He's been in the hospital since Monday, and they still have no idea what's going on.
The son of a fucking bitch doctor, who I want to go punch in the face, decided to call and leave a message, saying they're almost positive it's a cancer of some sort. Pancreatic cancer. =/
You want to guess who got the message? My ten year old brother.... it wasn't pretty. I wouldn't have cared if one of them told us, while we were there. Or even while speaking to us. But the asshole left the most tact-less message I have ever heard on the answering machine, and ... ugh. Just a very, very long week.
They diagnosed it as pancreatitis, allowed him to come home Saturday night. Told him to stay on a soft diet. Oh, and they found a spot on his pancreas. Blood work was fine, CAT scan showed nothing, general MRI showed nothing to be worried about.
Monday morning, I wake up and find out he's beck in the hospital. They got his blood pressure down, and he started eating again after a few days on an IV diet, yum.
Literally 6 hours after he ate his first thing (I think it was some kind of jello, not sure). he was in immense pain. Morphiene drip, probably his 20th one in three days. He's now going back in for his third round of cat scans, MRI's, and tests. He's been in the hospital since Monday, and they still have no idea what's going on.
The son of a fucking bitch doctor, who I want to go punch in the face, decided to call and leave a message, saying they're almost positive it's a cancer of some sort. Pancreatic cancer. =/
You want to guess who got the message? My ten year old brother.... it wasn't pretty. I wouldn't have cared if one of them told us, while we were there. Or even while speaking to us. But the asshole left the most tact-less message I have ever heard on the answering machine, and ... ugh. Just a very, very long week.