Thank you for replying. I was just dealing with the colorectal surgeon. I should have been with a new GI doctor who was working in lockstep with the surgeon.
My old GI doctor was a total zero. I saw her August 1st 2018, and she said that my colonoscopy and endoscopy in January looked great come back in a year. Two weeks later I started having a bad flare-up that continued to get worse and worse. She had me on different steroids, antibiotics, and suppositories, and then Entyvio, and that didn't work. I was in ungodly pain, I was losing ten pounds a week. I had the Entyvio infusion and that didn't work.
She told me to go to the hospital to get some high-level steroids for a day or two to treat the flare up. I was there for almost 7 weeks, and for the first 3 weeks they tried every medical intervention and nothing worked. My GI doctor would call me at night saying you need to have surgery to remove your colon, and she never visited me once. I did a consultation with a top-notch GI doctor, I'm in Houston Texas. After 3 weeks I had another colonoscopy and the inflammation had spread so rapidly that they couldn't complete the colonoscopy.
I knew I had no choice but to have the surgery to remove my colon, and that happened November 1st 2018. After the surgery the pain kept getting worse and worse. I was on Dilaudid, toradol, oxycontin, gabapentin, Vicodin and nothing could stop the pain. By November 8th I became extremely sick and then the worst pain that is not even fathomable.
The nurses threatened me that the only way for the pain to go away was for them to stick an NG-tube down my nose to drain my stomach. I asked for sedation and for a doctor and they did neither. Their first attempt was a failure and I told them that you do not have my consent to continue I want a doctor paged immediately. That was ignored and they attempted a second time which was unsuccessful and and resulted in me projectile vomiting stool all over the room It was like something out of a horror movie.
After two failed attempts they were frustrated and left me alone. I was extremely sick and I knew something bad was happening. I kept paging them and they ignored me, I screamed "somebody help me, please help me, I need help." Nobody came.
At 6 am I finally mustered the strength to tap my older brothers number on my cell phone and told him please come immediately, I'm being abused. By the time he showed up I was in septic shock, my BP was 70/30, 104 fever, I acquired an ecoli infection in my blood stream, pulmonary embolisms in both lungs, and blood clots in my arms. I was close to death and Rushed to ICU. I was in the ICU for two weeks. I did not think I would ever make it out of the hospital. I was finally able to discharge at the end of November.
My entire world had blown up. I had to use a walker upon discharging, I couldn't walk up steps, I had hospital induced diabetes, I had home health nurse, physical therapist, and I had to go surgeon shopping, as I had no choice in the hospital and a general surgeon removed my colon. I interviewed three or four surgeons and found a colorectal surgeon that I trusted and believed in. I saw my GI doctor in January 2019 and she had no empathy or compassion for what I went through. I made the mistake of not getting a new GI doctor at that point.
I had to get strong and healthy enough to have the second surgery and so that was my focus. In April 2019 I had ten more hours of surgery to remove my rectum, adhesions and scar tissue, and create the J-Pouch. Then June 2019 the final take down surgery, and removal of a hernia. After discharging and going home the hell began and I was primarily dealing with the surgeons nurse practitioner and he kept saying this is normal.
I am a strong person and I tend to suffer in silence. After three months of terror, I found this board and saw people describing my symptoms and they had pouchitis and so I knew then that's what I had. I had a full bottle of Cipro and started taking on my own and the symptoms kept reducing and then I told my surgeon and then got a referral for a new GI and she started managing things in September 2019. Things have continued down this path. Things are way worse after the J-Pouch. 14 years of UC I had a handful of flares up. My quality of life is terrible. I'm now on a mission to find out what's going on and why am I experiencing such extreme symptoms.