2 exits, no waiting (TMI)

I don’t know if this should be a Pit or what.

Super Bowl Sunday afternoon my 6 YO had a friend come over to play. Her mom dropped her off and was going to come back to watch the game with us. She told my wife that the little angel was the only one in the house who had managed to avoid getting the flu bug that had floated around their house the previous week (you’d think alarm bells would be going off in my wife’s head at that news, but NOOO!). She was only with us for a couple of hours when she announced that she wasn’t feeling good and, blach, she tossed her cookies. My wife is a real champ when it comes to the flu and immediately ran off gagging. I cleaned up the mess, washed the girl’s hair and called her mom to get Linda Blair out of our house. She had the good sense to decide that they would stay home to watch the game.
Monday afternoon at work, almost exactly 24 hours later, I started feeling lousy. I finished my work, packed up my laptop and headed for the train. As the train rocked along I felt worse and worse. When we were 10 minutes away from my stop I was clenching both my teeth and my cheeks because I didn’t know which end would explode first. I walked to the doors in the futile belief that the freezing cold air that was blowing through might calm my stomach.
No way in hell could that work. I stuck my head in one of the garbage cans near the door and hurled. At the same time, the other end decided that it did not want to be left out of the act and it opened up just a little bit. Boy, did I feel good!
At the station I took the Bag-o-barf ™ with me and waddled to the bathroom where I stripped off my soiled skivvies and threw them away. I then drove home commando.
That night I sat on the toilet with a bucket in my hand. Every explosion from the front created a simultaneous explosion from the rear. I could also hear my son and daughter experiencing the same joy. It lasted for two days. My wife was useless throughout this and so I had to shuffle into the various bedrooms and bathrooms to clean up kids, empty buckets and disinfect things before I would dash off to do an impersonation of the worlds most disgusting lawn sprinkler. My daughter got so bad that she became dehydrated and had to be hospitalized overnight for IV fluids. My wife, of course, didn’t get sick.
So, what’s the point of this tale of woe? Am I pitting the mother for not having the common sense to keep her toxic tot at home? Am I pitting my wife for letting her into our house? Am I just bitching about the embarrassment of my actions on the train? I don’t know.
Anyone else been in the unenviable situation of loss of bodily control in a public situation? Losing it when drunk does not count because that was self-inflicted. We’re all friends here. Share your shame!

Ooooh…sounds like the Rotavirus. My daughter had it last year…it is EXTREMELY contagious and EXTREMELY disgusting (from the perspective of one who had to clean up after it). My husband and I got milder versions of it, but the baby was REALLY sick. One of the days she had it, my husband HEARD her explode into her diaper from 2 rooms away, and said that it was nothing but water…and lots of it I was at work at the time, and didn’t know who I felt sorrier for…my baby, who was so sick, or my husband, who had to deal with THAT mess. Ugh.

She definitely should have kept her daughter home. If one person in the family gets it, everyone else is bound to, as well.

Um…what’s up with your wife?

Sorry you’re sick–feel better soon.

Can you get rotavirus more than once? My daughter had it when she was a baby.

I’m sorry to disappoint by saying that this past week I had only a mild version of what you are describing. It did break my six- or seven-year No Vomiting Streak, if that’s any consolation. I live alone so I have only my own hand-washing to blame; I always wash my hands after using the facilities but not always after the elevator, opening the bathroom door, etc.

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I like that line. Sorry, but it’s funny!

She has an extremely low tolerance for puke and poop, especially diarrhea. Whenever she had to change diapers she would have to wear a mask that she had sprayed with perfume. Same for cleaning up the baby spit-up (especially tough because our son had reflux). She’s a champ when it comes to blood and injuries don’t bother her, especially since she has been living with an open abdominal wound for the past four years. She worked as a police cadet and saw some nasty, disgusting things without a problem. It’s just the sick stuff that gets to her and she’ll start making her own contributions.

I’m glad that my misery can bring a little joy into your life!
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I get a stomach bug once every year or two. Last year I got it Fourth of July weekend. It was Saturday and I was enjoying my Bud Light and chips with jalapeno cheese dip at the boat club. Started feeling blah and laid down in my uncle’s boat because it had air conditioning. Finally went down to the clubhouse and spent an hour barfing in a trashcan in the ladies’ room while sitting on the toilet as a precaution (thankfully unneeded at the time). I can say that jalapeno cheese dip is on my top 5 grossest things to bark back up list. My parents took me home and I made good use of some plastic bags on the twenty minute ride home, couldn’t quit barfing. I ended up getting so dehydrated that night; I would take a sip of water and puke it back up, that I started to hallucinate a bit. It was crazy. It got bad so I started just guzzling water and hoping I’d retain some of it before the inevitable barf fest. I was in bed for four or five days. Missed all the holiday fun and felt extremely sorry for myself, at home puking, while my family and friends were out drinking and eating and having a grand old time.

I never get a stomach bug when I don’t have plans. I only get it on holidays, when I have concert tickets, parties, etc. I’ve had it on the aforementioned fourth of July, Christmas, Thanksgiving (all the best food holidays, argh), two concerts and a friend’s birthday party. Oh, and I got the ‘real flu’ (aches pains chills, then barfing after I got a z-pack or whatever from the health center) during finals my freshman year of college.

I have heard conflicting reports on that. I first read that you can, but you usually get a milder version the second time. Then I read that there are different types the virus, so you can get it just as bad the second time. Not sure what the truth of it is…but your symptoms sure sound to me like that’s what you had. Young children and babies are often hospitalized for dehydration from it, as your daughter was.

Oh, God, I’m having flashbacks. Stop it!

After my c-section (two years ago today…hey, I need to go post something about that!), I had…shall we say, less than stellar bladder control. I don’t know what happened, but I’ll be fine for a while and then hit a run of a few days where I can’t hold in even the smallest amount of urine.

Anyhow. Yeah. In the Babies R Us, shopping for pumping supplies. And I lost it. All of it. Big puddle all over the floor. So fucking embarrassing. I didn’t even have a baby with me to blame it on, 'cause she was still in the hospital! I did have a receiving blanket, and I mopped it up the best I could and left, abandoning my cart. I was wearing a tie-dye floor length sundress, so it wasn’t obvious to look at me, but I just couldn’t face anyone to tell them about it. I’m sure it didn’t take them long to find what was left, and I bet they thought it was some kid. I drove home sitting on an empty plastic bag and crying.

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An open wound for four years?!? Ahgahd… that sounds terrible. Hopefully it’s not something as serious as it sounds…

shudders

Believe me, you don’t want to know the whole story. It is very long and very depressing. It is the kind of saga that usually gets people a guest shot on Oprah except it doesn’t have a happy ending.

Now you’ve piqued our interest. Please share, it will make you feel better and maybe someone here can share a similar story. I hope your wife will be OK! But I gotta admit I am dying to know the story!

You think my OP was TMI wait for this.

My wife and I had suffered five early pregnancy losses, anywhere from 10 weeks and 22 weeks. Genetically OK, physiologically fine. For some reason we were never able to figure out her cervix would just open. On two of the pregnancies the OB performed cervical cerclages but she would still funnel and the amniotic sac would start falling through until it pinched and popped. This was all on top of fertility problems that required hormone shots and IUIs.

In 2002 she got pregnant, for the first time in years without fertility assistance. We think it was because we had just finalized our daughter’s adoption. The OB and reproductive endocrinologist decided to pull out all the stops. The kept the supplemental hormones going longer, gave her a cervical cerclage at the earliest possible moment and put her on hospitalized bed rest.

In November her cervix started to funnel anyway. The OB recommended performing an abdominal cerclage where they would tilt the operating table so she was head down making the baby slosh to the top of the uterus. They would then cut her down the middle like a C-section and tie off the cervix from the inside. Normally this is done before the woman gets pregnant and had only been done on pregnant women 87 times worldwide with a 70% success rate. We decided to go for it and the operation was a success, the baby was safe.

Unfortunately 3 days, still on bed rest (she even used a bedpan), her water broke. The only way to get the baby out was with a C-section. They cut along the incision line and pulled him out. He was 22 weeks along, too early to even attempt to save. Tommy lived only a half hour and died in my hands.

One week later, on the day of Tommy’s funeral, my wife was feeling very weak and feverish. When we got back from the cemetery she went to lie down on the couch. As soon as she sat down she felt a pop and felt her stomach was wet. There was blood and fluid all over her front.

It turns out that she had an infection in the incision. Staph, strep and e coli had eaten down through the tissue and gone through the fascia layer creating a massive hernia. When they reopened the incision the doctors decided that it was better to leave the wound open so it would heal from the bottom up. She was left with a wound almost 7 inches across and 5 inches deep.

After 6 months of wound therapy and several wound debridements her stomach was healed but she still had the hernia. She was reopened to put in mesh to repair the hernia. She developed an abscess that made the wound dehisce. The dehiscence tunneled down to the mesh. The mesh got infected with MRSA.

The wound had to be reopened so the infection could be treated. Over the next six months she went to wound therapy to help it to heal and she had multiple wound debridement surgeries. Occasionally they would trim back the mesh in the hopes that she would heal but it would eventually get to a hole about the thickness of a pencil and 5 cm deep.

The doctor decided that she might be actually rejecting the mesh and decided that the best move would be to remove this mesh and attempt a tension closure by pulling her tissue in to cover the hernia. They closed her up again and sent her home with a drain. About a week after the drain was removed she developed a seroma (pocket of fluid) and the wound had to be reopened. It turns out the tension closure didn’t hold and the hernia was back. Back to wound therapy for more months.

She was reopened and a different mesh was put in to close the hernia. She was closed up and sent home. About one week after the drain was removed she developed another seroma and the wound popped open about 2 cm. She had to go back for more surgeries where they removed this mesh because it was detaching from the tissue. Over several more months of wound therapy they cleaned her and healed it up to the surface again.

The doctors decided now to avoid artificial meshes because her body seemed to reject them and to try biological tissue. They used denatured porcine material, basically cleaned up pig tissue that would be absorbed as her own body grew through it. She was opened again, the material attached and she was closed. Once more she developed a seroma and the wound was opened so it could drain and be cleaned. The pig tissue began to dissolve too soon and starteted coming out in chunks. Fortunately enough of it held that the hernia was officially healed.

But the wound didn’t heal. She was left with a hole about 1 cm diameter and 4 cm deep. Throughout all of this time we have become experts at home wound care. We can change wet-to-dry dressings, know what medications work best and are on first name basis with the surgical supply people.

It has now been over 4 years that she has basically been open. She lost her job when she was pregnant because they combined her short term disability and Family Emergency Leave time (legally they are allowed to do that) and she couldn’t come back to work. The good thing was she had invested in long term disability so we have been barely able to survive (she used to make over six figures but LTD only gives about a third of the pay). The original infection almost definitely was caused by poor sanitary practices in the hospital but my wife was reluctant to sue because it could have also involved her OB whom she respected. By the time I was able to convince her that maybe we should try to go forward with a suit, the statute of limitations had passed.

Now she is almost completely healed. Her abdomen has been opened and closed so often that the surface has depressed and she says it looks like she has a butt in the front. When she gets her (hopefully) last surgery she will be off disability so she has to find a job before she is healed. The doctor said that he will work with us on that.

Don’t think that we stayed blindly with one doctor. We got multiple opinions and saw some of the best general surgeons and plastic surgeons in Chicago.
OK, that’s our story. 4 years, over 30 abdominal surgeries of various complexities, all to save one baby. There are lots of other issues and problems mixed in there. If you have any questions, let me know.

Erie, wow. Thank you for sharing. That is a horrible ordeal you and your wife (and child) had to go through. I have read with interest other stories here on the SDMB about wound healing and yours is the worst. My aunt had a problem with a wound on her face for a while and it was really hard for her.

It is such a mystery why wounds won’t heal sometimes. It is also really upsetting to hear about your problems with the pregnancies because the cervix wouldn’t hold. I just hope medicine can solve those problems someday soon. (((hugs to you and your wife)))

Thanks. We have found out my wife is diabetic (controlled with medicine and diet) which could have kept things from healing. It’s just been a really long run of bad luck. I have researched radical wound care treatments and even contacted a lab at the University of Texas that had come up with a collagen gel for massive abdominal wounds but it never went past the animal testing stage. As for babies, we had talked about surrogates and read with interest articles about womb transplants and artificial wombs.

Erie I am sorry to hear about the sickness but much sorrier to hear of your wife. Thank you for sharing. Please let her know she is in my thoughts.

I’ve not shat myself yet, but your flu description sounds like my period about a third of the time. It’s hell.

When I was eighteen, I was at a skating rink with a couple of fifteen year old campers from the camp I work at. My period had started earlier that day, but this was one of the first really bad periods I had had, so I didn’t think much of it. An hour or so into ice skating, I start feeling really craptacular and had to head to the bathroom. The situation that you described of sitting on the toilet and holding a trashcan occured, but in a public restroom, while wearing ice skates, and having two campers that looked up to me waiting outside the bathroom stall. It sucked.

I ended up getting it together enough to drive the five minutes back to one of the camper’s house. As soon as I opened the car door, I puked. Luckily, my butt cheeks were clenched tight enough that the situation wasn’t too embarrassing. After that, I hung out in her bathroom for a couple of hours and then collapsed in her bed. Her mom was home at the start of the fiasco, but then left with the two campers to go back to the skating rink. The whole situation was very odd. I woke up in my camper’s bed, totally alone in the house. I never checked, but I’m almost positive that the situation would not have been approved by GSUSA.

I wasn’t brave enough to read all of your’s and your wife’s story. I got to the part about your child dying in your arms and it was too much. I’m sorry for your loss. Extra prayers are being sent your way for you and your wife.

Erie, I’m sending good thoughts your way but you and your wife seem to have a strong relationship that’s held you up through difficult times, which is great to hear.

As for my sickness; Bali Belly. Went to Bali the day after my last exam in November, with mum, her fiance and brother. We were there for five days, then back to Perth for the wedding.

The day or so before we’re to leave, Steve and I don’t feel so great and spend some time with our backsides glued to the toilet. Mum has come down with a cold because of the air conditioning and Max got a bit seasick on the ferry. It wasn’t enough to ruin the holiday but I wasn’t feeling spectacular on the plane home, y’know?