Loopagram.

People who know me are always shocked when I’m speechless, whether it’s because I’ve had a bite of something that is so delicious that words simply won’t do it justice or because I’m overwhelmed with the many ways to mock my loved ones that sputtering sounds are all that comes out... (I relate to Chandler Bing in so many ways...) 

Rarely am I left speechless from the sheer horror of a situation. 

Well today was that day. I’m home now but I haven’t even told my sweet family about what happened after they called my name at the hospital today... they’ll be finding out with all of you! 

I’ve been having flank, abdominal and stoma pain along with blood in my urine (did you know it’s called hematuria? It’s far too cheerful... it sounds like something I’d order with a side of rice and beans or with extra cherries...) on and off for over a month now. Then they saw a fleck in my kidneys on a ct scan that may have been a kidney stone so they sent me to a specialist. 

For most people a kidney stone is a painful nuisance but when you have a urostomy it can be really dangerous for many reasons. 

The doctor order another ct, this time with contrast and a loopagram. 

Even after I had scheduled the appointment for the loopagram I wasn’t 100% sure what I was in for but I knew they would be checking my ilieal conduit. They told me I needed a driver so I was prepared for a little procedure in which I’d be at least a little sedated but other than that I didn’t know what to expect. 

After I checked in and was waiting to be called back for the test I was nauseous from the nerves and began pacing in the waiting area. The news was blaring which was making my anxiety even worse so I brazenly marched to the tv and turned it off. 

Then they finally called me back and the tech asked the usual question about why I had my bladder removed and I told her I had interstitial cystitis. Her eyes got big and asked “did you try taking elmiron?” 

Oh boy. I should have just turned around then. 

(For those of you reading this because you love me not because you hate interstitial cystitis: elmiron is one of the frontline IC treatments that I obviously tried multiple times...) 

After giving me the details of her apparently large bladder and painful sex life she asked me the size of the hole. 

“What hole?” I asked.

She just kind of looked at me then gestured to my stomach. I realized she meant the size of the opening of my stoma. 

“I’m not sure. I try not to look at it.” Then she brought these MASSIVE fire hose sized tubes into the room and asked me which one would fit. Neither! Neither will fit! 

I definitely should have left then. 

Then she took me to a room with a tiny bed under a big scanner thingy. She told me to lay down and take my bag off so she could check my stoma. I asked, “what about the pee?”

She handed me a tiny towel...

So I took off my bag and she decided the smallest one would be best (ya think?). Then I laid on a bed fully clothed with my shirt lifted up and a towel catching the pee that was dripping out for quite some time until she finally came back in.

She announced that the radiologist would be right in. Then she looked at my stomach again and noticed the pathetic skin that always has various degrees of irritation from the adhesive of the ostomy bag. She mercifully decided to prep the area with betadine instead of alcohol but then she SCOURED the entire area around my stoma with a wand with a hard, orange sponge at the end then (brace yourself) she pressed it firmly right on top of my stoma. That’s right. The piece of intensities that was drafted for the usage of my urinary tract that is protruding out of my abdomen that has been hurting for weeks... she squished and scrubbed with an abrasive sponge on a stick. The sounds that came out of me can only be produced out of pure agony. Some random nurse popped up out of no where and started telling me to breathe (always so helpful) and asking me if I wanted a warm blanket or cold cloth or a pillow under my knees. 

It was all so overwhelming. 

Then the tech rubbed lidocaine over my stoma telling me that should help. 

After a few minutes I was drenched in sweat from pain and terror then the doctor walked in. He didn’t even look at me or introduce himself. He went straight to my stomach, took the catheter from the nurse and stabbed it into my stoma then told me to hold it in place and the nurse turned on the contrast drip. 

At this point I was sobbing while trying to hold the tube still. Seconds later I felt cold liquid dripping all over me. I yelled that it was leaking out and the doctor sighed before shoving the catheter in a little further. I was trying so hard to control my wracking sobs but the pain in my stoma was so extreme. He turned on the scanner machine thingy and said he couldn’t see the contrast. I had given up on trying to tell him anything but I could tell that the liquid was just pouring straight out of my stoma. 

He finally realized it on his own and yanked the catheter out of me and asked for another one and told the nurse they’d have to inflate a balloon inside the stoma to seal it off. At this point I absolutely lost it, or at least whatever I hadn’t lost already... 

Then he looked at me with annoyance and maybe a tad of disgust and said, “this should not be hurting you. What’s going on? Do you not want to do this?” 

For some dreadful reason that I can blame on the excellent manners instilled in me as a child that confuse me I started apologizing! “I’m so sorry. I’ll try to be still. I mean I...” 

He cut me off and spoke to the nurse then left the room. I didn’t know what was happening but I was trying my best to get ahold of myself. The tech started asking me about where I went to school and talking about the prices of houses in the area. I think I managed to squeak out some responses but my stoma was throbbing and I was terrified. 

The doctor stomped back in and before I knew it I was gasping for air as the pain stole my breath again. This time he pushed the catheter in further and then inflated a tiny balloon inside the stoma. The pain was so overwhelming that I didn’t even feel relief when he said the contrast was flowing where it needed to. 

Suddenly I felt a ton of pressure in the middle of my abdomen and then my left flank and then my right flank as he filled me with the liquid. It hurt so bad. There’s no creative way to say it. Tears were streaming down my face and the pain took over my body completely as I whispered expletives I’d never say under my own authority. 

I started to feel fear rising up. Were they actually suppose to be doing this? Was this right? What if they didn’t know what they were doing? What if they caused my kidneys to fail and killed me right then and there? 

Before I spiraled too far out of control mentally I heard the doctor say he thought they got it then pulled the tube out of me. A mix of contrast and urine gushed out of my stoma and all over me and my clothes but I didn’t even care. I just laid there shivering with pain and shock. 

The nurse asked me a few questions until I finally snapped out of it and took the cold wet towels she offered me. I put an ostomy bag on and took my soaked pants and sweatshirt off. She handed me a pair of scrubs she got from the back and I slowly put them on. She apologized a few times but not with any real care or concern etched in her voice... 

As she walked me out she said the doctor thought the results were good, the test showed that there was nothing obstructing the kidneys and I should check to see if I have a UTI. (Because I definitely would have put myself through that torture BEFORE testing my urine for s Uti...) I walked out to my husband and after almost 10 years of marriage he knew by my face that it didn’t go well. I told him I couldn’t talk about it yet. He got the truck then picked me up and drove us home on the icy roads.

I got home and collapsed into bed and started sobbing again. My stoma and back were still hurting so bad that I dug for my old bottle of morphine and took a half. 

After the pain eased up I took a shower to wash the pee off of me. I ate some dinner and now I’m just laying in bed exhausted and drugged but also super scared that the pain will return after the meds wear off... 

I don’t know how much weight I should put in that dips opinion but my appointment with the specialist is next week and hopefully we’ll find out more then... 

(In a half hearted attempt to edit this blog I just read it over and I’m so frustrated and annoyed that it doesn’t even kind of capture how horrible this test was. So read this knowing that there is a certain levels of pain and horror that words fail to truly portray. So multiply however horrible you think it was by 6 and you might get close...I’m not great at writing these types of blogs but I think they’re important.)