Jeremy Kern
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joined Nov 2012
Here’s the short version: I had my surgery on April 13th, and everything was totally fine for the first 10 days. Recovery was smooth—no pain, no bleeding. I had some minor digestive hiccups, but that cleared up quickly. Then, on Holy Saturday—since I was feeling great and had been laying around too much, I basically overdid it. I spent the whole day cleaning the house, got exhausted, and then sealed my fate by forcing myself to have a bowel movement in the evening (it’s just how I’ve been since birth, I don't know any other way). I went to bed thinking everything was normal.
On Easter, I woke up feeling like I was in a scene from "The Godfather" 😲, though there wasn't any active bleeding during the day. I managed to get a hold of Dr. I., who was actually on vacation (he wasn't back until Tuesday). He told me bleeding could happen up to three weeks after surgery, even though my gut was telling me otherwise because, honestly, there was A LOT of blood. He said to just rest and head to the hospital if things got worse. So, I spent all of Easter without any bleeding, until about 10 PM when I noticed a little bit during urination—just fresh, bright red blood.
By Easter Monday, I woke up early, went to the bathroom, and realized I was bleeding heavily again. I went to wash my face, got dizzy, and blacked out. Thank God my dad heard me collapse. He and my mom rushed me to my room and called 911. The paramedics took me to the local hospital here in the city where I live, and I waited to be seen. They checked me out and claimed nothing was bleeding. They tried to start an IV in the ambulance, but they completely botched my veins in both arms.🙄 Basically, they were going to send me home. Since there wasn't "acute" bleeding, they figured it was just an isolated incident. My mom wouldn't budge, insisting they look at me properly, so they sent me to the internal medicine unit. I sat there for two hours waiting to be seen, felt another dizzy spell, and finally got an IV started around noon.🙄
They did another exam—no blood visible, and they performed a rectoscopy (basically the start of a colonoscopy)—but they couldn't find the source of the bleeding. Then they sent me back to surgery to let them decide what to do. Those doctors were rolling their eyes at me, though. Apparently, the big joke in the hall was, "Oh, you had this done at a private clinic, so where's your primary surgeon?" If my mom hadn't pushed, they would have just sent me home. By 4 PM, I was finally admitted to the surgical ward. They ran blood work—it looked a bit worse, but since they didn't see active bleeding, they just kept me under observation. There was zero bleeding through Tuesday, and they wouldn't give me a transfusion because they clearly didn't believe me about how much I'd lost (every time they checked, everything looked clean down there).
Tuesday morning comes, no blood. They tell me I might be able to go home, and I'm all happy about it. I show up for my 9 AM exam, and wouldn't you know it—blood on the gauze again. Not a massive amount, but enough. The doctor examines me and says, "I can't even see the surgical site, let alone the source of the bleeding." I'm like, "Great." Then he says, "Go upstairs, we're taking you to the OR to figure this out." A theory popped up that this had nothing to do with hemorrhoids or the surgery itself, but was something higher up in the intestines or stomach. They were terrified of internal bleeding or sepsis. For context, I hadn't eaten anything on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday (they didn't give me breakfast until Thursday). But, since there was no room in the OR, we had to wait until Wednesday. On Tuesday night, I had to use the bathroom (pressure from a BM), and blood leaked out again. I blacked out again. Finally, they got their act together, pumped me full of IV fluids, and gave me blood.😳 (In total, I got 2 liters.)
Anyway, since Tuesday night, there hasn't been a single drop of blood. I'm recovering, though my blood counts are still low. My blood pressure is sitting at 100/60, I've lost weight, and I'm pale, but they concluded I'm okay to go home. In the end, they scrapped the OR plan (I was too weak for anesthesia anyway) and abandoned the theory that it wasn't related to the hemorrhoids (because if it were something else, I would have had fever or sepsis). Still, nobody knows what caused the whole mess. And the big question is whether we'll ever actually find out.
Karen Thompson10Look, don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. We still have zero clue why this all went sideways—these kinds of complications are incredibly rare, though maybe I just have terrible luck 🤣. I’m not pointing fingers at anyone.
I keep telling myself it isn't the end of the world when I think about what other people deal with—you know, actual cancer or debilitating pain—and I keep spiraling into thinking I somehow caused this myself. So now, even though I feel like absolute garbage and honestly don't want to move, I'm just lying here trying to focus on rebuilding my strength and boosting my immune system (honestly, being 130 lbs at 5'10" is way too thin 😁). As for the doctor, I haven't quite made up my mind yet. I know nobody likes "cleaning up someone else's mess," and clearly, they couldn't even agree on how to handle my case. It makes sense, really, since none of them wanted to take responsibility for me. I'm still torn on what to think about the surgeon, and while I'm not looking to blame him, he definitely let me down in a few areas (I'll be dealing with him directly about that later).