Infection Does Not Equal Allergic Reaction

Oh barf the past couple of days have been kind of lame. So I left you last on Tuesday, telling ya’ll I was headed to the ER because my tube was infected. So I get there, in lots of pain, and they gave me fluids and electrolytes and tried desperately for about 15 minutes to get some blood; poked me profusely, gave me morphine and an x-ray, then announced that I didn’t have an infection, but that my tube was indeed messed right the bloody hell up. My ER doc told me that I needed to go back to my old GI, even though I didn’t want to, because no other doctor would want to mess with a tube that already had complications; a liability, you see. (Damn that L word again!) So he told me he’d already called Doc K and had an appt scheduled for me to go in the next morning at 9 am.

I get there yesterday, and Doc K, after hugging my legs and calling me a “sweethot,” looked at my tummy and told me that I was allergic to my tube. Yes, folks, that’s right. The Briester, who is adept at becoming allergic to pretty much the whole world, is now also allergic to feeding tubes. He said that it was reaaaaallllly hard to even be allergic to this stuff, but I did it, wow I’m proud.

So the redness, the blood, the leakage, the pain…not an infection, but an allergic reaction. Isn’t my tummy grody? You're dazzled, I'm sure. ...And you’re lucky I didn’t show you the nastiness underneath the tubage…I had some discretion, lucky you! (And don't make fun of my band-aid marks. They wouldn't wash off!)

And the tube’s fate?

It’s OUTTA HERE!!! (Well not yet, but soon…)

So what do I have to do?
Eat Eat Eat Eat Eat but I already know that, and I already do. But even more so, since I’m conveniently allergic to every other form of “aid” I could get in that area. Man…

So tomorrow I’m leaving on a mini-vacay with the fam. And when I say fam, I mean the whooooolllle fam damly. Here’s the post from last year’s trip…yes it’s a tradition to go to Moab, Utah. (We’re on year two of that tradition, haha.) Anyway, I’m excited, but also a little nervous because I’ll still have my tube at that point and I know it’ll hurt pretty badly. Oh wellsies it’s not like I’m not used to it paining me so…sigh…so tomorrow, nothing but SUN, FUN, HIKING, TUBE LEAKAGE, and FAMILY SCUFFLES. Whee!