He spent the next 5 days getting sicker and sicker – bladder infection, constipation and then most terrifying of all vomiting every few minutes for several days before he was admitted to the hospital.
In the hospital they discovered he had an obstruction in his small intestine. Last night, a 2nd xray showed that the obstruction was not going away on its own and it was stuck to the incision for the hernia operation, so he had a 2nd surgery to remove the adhesions and unkink his intestines.
The surgeon says this happens about 1/10th of 1 percent of the time. My husband was just unlucky.
His bad luck continued into the 2nd surgery. He had a bad reaction to the anesthetic that cause atrial fibrillation combined with a severe drop in blood pressure. He had to be shocked back into a normal rhythm and blood pressure. The shock worked and the cardiologists gave him a 24 hour drip bag of a drug to prevent another afib attack while his body clears out the anesthetic from his system. The cardiologists also gave him an amnesia drug so he won’t remember the pain of being shocked, but he seemed to remember when I talked to him.
The good news is that the surgeon says the 2nd surgery was successful, and his intestines should start working in 2 or 3 days and he’ll be able to eat and drink again, and then he can come home for a few weeks of resting up. Then he’ll need to start physical therapy to get his strength back.
The surgeon also said he’ll lose at least 20 lbs from so much time without eating. This will please him. He’s been trying to lose weight all his life. I have no idea how he’s kept extra weight on considering all the exercise he does every day. And he does not eat large quantities of food. Maybe this sudden loss will stay off. He deserves something he’d like for all the horrible experiences he’s been through.
Bottom line: He’s alive. He looks pink. When I bent down to kiss him, he kissed me back.