ER vist on Saturday - Still waiting for final solution

Hey guys, The last time I posted it was about some tests that I was hoping would be my last tests before a final solution to the complications I've developed from my WLS.  It was not to be, so I'm looking at more testing and doctors appointments and drugs.  If that wasn't bad enough... On Saturday I was pretty fed up with this whole mess.  I was trying to pack the site where my tube comes out of my stomach (the hole is bigger than the tube so it has to stay packed tightly) and the tape and gauze were not cooperating.  I was trying to get old tape off and get new tape to stick but I have a rash from all the tape I have to put on and pull off every day, so Friday night I spread some soothing cream on to help heal the rash so Saturday morning the new tape wasn't sticking because of the cream and the old tape was cemented on.  Finally, in a fit of stupidity, I gave one good tug to the tape still stuck and the tape came off alright but it brought with it the tube!  That was a little shocking to say the least to see my tube laying there on the floor.  I quickly taped a sterile cotton ball over the opening (which was gushing goo and blood) and called my surgeon's hospital.  They told me to come right up. My surgeon was on call but he didn't actually come in - kinda still mad about that - instead he just told them what to do over the phone, which ended up being re-inserting a tube.  OWE.  That was not fun.  The interventional radiologist, Dr. Fondel (I know him personally now, he has done all of my tests up in La Crosse), came in after the ER doc couldn't get my tube back in (he tried but it just wasn't working and I was bawling/gagging because him trying was agonizing).  It took about an eternity of fussing around inside my abdomen with instruments of torture (I was shaking, crying and gagging by the time they got it in) to get the tube back in.  One of the radiology assistants held my hand and told me what a good job I was doing (I wasn't doing much of anything except trying not to cry).  When it was all finished Dr. Fondel told me that the next time I wanted to visit him I should just call ahead and stop by, no need to yank my tube out.   I spent the rest of Saturday choking down pain meds and anti-nausea pills and taking it easy.  Dr. Baker still hasn't told me what is going to happen next so I go on living in limbo with a stupid tube in my gut being the only thing keeping me from painful attacks.  The problems with the tube being many, at least it does that much.  I wish I had something more cheerful to report, but unfortunatley I'm just seeing the emptiness of the glass I have been served at this point.  I'm still hanging on and hoping for a solution soon.

Amy, Sorry things are so shytty.  I would be pissed if the doc didnt show up and he was on call too.  So dont think you are wrong for thinking that way. I wish I could be of more help..  ((((BIG HUGS))))) and please keep us posted Amanda

I'm so sorry you're still having to deal with this, Amy!  Your doctor should have been in there waiting for you the minute he heard you were coming in... I am keeping you in my prayers!

Amy it sounds like life really sucks for you right now. i am so sorry to hear about all your troubles. I keep you in my prayers, and continue to hope they find out what is wrong soon. I hope this does'nt mess up your school plans. I know it has  been hard for you with some of your classes. Im looking forward to seeing your all better post soon. ((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))