Posted by Julieb | Filed under Abdominal Pain, Sphincter of Oddi Dysfunction (SOD)/Biliary Disease
Feb. 1, 2011
March 2008 and it was 10 days after having my gallbladder removed – I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had an appointment to have a six hour glucose test done since I had been having many symptoms of hypoglycemia which even continued after having my gallbladder out. I remember sitting there waiting with my sweater zipped tight and my hood over my head. I was freezing, pale and it was a warm March day. Three hours into the test I felt the sharpest pain in my upper, center abdomen just under my ribs. The motion felt so fast and tight like a sharp knife, in and out, in and out. My heart rate felt like it was doing the Jitterbug, skipping and racing around.
I was able to get out a quick “Help! I don’t feel so well.” Luckily I was in a doctor’s clinic that also handles semi-emergencies. The nurse looked at me and I went from ice cold to drenched in sweat within seconds. She got me in a wheelchair. I screamed for a few seconds and then all I could say was “please……help…….me.” By the time I reached the room I heard someone say, “it’s an anxiety attack.” I replied, “not……anixity…..please……help” as I grabbed my abdomen. The pain increased and it felt like a metal pole was being jabbed into me going all the way through my abdomen to my back then up to my chest. I had four nurses around me. Nurse one was drawing blood from my left arm, nurse two was setting up an IV in my right arm, nurse three was helping me drink a cocktail for pain and nurse four was holding my shoulders down. Another person came in and said that my surgeon said that it was most likely some kind of GI spasm. I kept trying to get the words out, “please…help…me, please…..help…me. They stood around me and I had tears running down my face. They asked if they could pray. They all stood around me saying the Lord’s Prayer to try to claim me.
I remember not being able to take a full breath. I could breathe in but not out. The pain was so sharp and tight I started to see white. They said, “Hypoventilation, you need to try and breathe.” I then watched my hands turn blue. Then they got me on oxygen. The pain was slowly stopping, my hands returned to a normal color and I rested there. They came back in and said that my D-dimer was up. I had to then go and have a lung test done to make sure there wasn’t a clot in my lungs. The test came back fine. I was sent home with some Levsin to help control the spasms. But of course I ended up getting another attack a few days later. Anyway, that is my story of my worse spasm. At least I passed the glucose test (even though I never really did make it all the way through the full six hours).