Been a long time since I created a post, the reason was that
I was extremely sick, but now I am ready to talk about it and more. I think
that this post will really add to the blog and my view on where medicine should
be and as well, where medicine is at this stage of our evolution. This may turn
into an extremely long post but I do believe it will be well worth reading to
not only for those in a similar situation but for everyone due to my first-hand
experience in the medical system.
If you know me at all, you understand that I really do not
like testimonials much. The reason for this is simple to comprehend, we are all
not the same, and we react in different ways to disease and to treatment. We
all have genetics, eugenics as well as a host of other environmental issues and
situations like present condition, all this must be a consideration when
attempting any type of healing or therapy. When one reads a testimonial they
should in fact understand that the above mentioned will have monumental effects
on any and all therapies and considerations. What works for me might not work
for you, and of course for the regulatory agencies reading this, it has nothing
to do with treating, diagnosing or anything that you consider unlawful in your
sorted cache of legal terminology. This is just my story and I am sharing it
from my personal and professional viewpoint.
My issue started around August of 2012 when the family
decided to go on a trip to Kenya for my sister-in-laws wedding and for my kids
to meet their extended family on my wife's side. During that time there was
great joy and partying. We stayed with my dear lawyer friend in Nairobi. He
knew that I had an affinity for a certain beer called Tusker, found in Kenya as
well as other African countries. To my delight, he told me that one of his
clients had given him a case of this beer and I was welcome to drink as much as
I like. Well, I am not much of a beer drinker, not really a drinker at all but
at times when it is hot, nothing seems to take away that parched feeling in
ones throat than a cold beer. Two is normally my limit as I also suffer with an
acidic stomach after drinking any type of alcoholic beverage.
One day, we arrived at his house and I was exceptionally
thirsty, so I opened a bottle of Tusker and started to gulp the beer as I would
normally do. As soon as the first mouthful went down, I knew there was
something wrong, the beer tasted funny and flat so I threw the bottle away and
lost my taste for beer that day. That was the end of that.
Once back home after the trip to Kenya, I had to pick up our
dog from the veterinarian that normally houses our dog when we are away, who is
just next door to our clinic. I proceeded to go to her door and felt quite
funny, like an out of body experience and thought that maybe I should return to
the clinic. I opened the door to the clinic and in my blurred state could see
the staff looking at me in shock, "What's wrong?” they said, "I don't
know.” I said. They immediately laid me down on one of the beds and hooked
monitors to me, something was definitely wrong.
Blood pressure was down; pulse was up so a round of saline
V's and vitamins were in order. Once done, I was well enough to communicate and
ask the staff to book an appointment with a physician that we normally use to
try and figure out what just happened. I apologize if this story is a little
spotty but I am trying to recall most of what had happened as best I can.
The next morning I went to the hospital where they ran tests
after test to determine what the cause could have been. What they found out was
that my spleen was abscessed in a third of its size. Now, a spleen abscess is
not common and most doctors have not heard of it at all so the next issue is,
what to do about it? I asked the physician and he said that I would need 24
hour high dose IV antibiotics for at least four days. Great, I thought, four
days in the hospital, well that was impossible; I had the kids to take care of
as my wife was still in Kenya with her family for another two weeks.
I talked to my partner and he suggested that I take
treatment at the clinic and at home, which he was kind enough to provide for me
so that I could still manage the kids and my life, fortunate for me. Many have
asked why I did not use Medical Ozone to take away the infection, a good
question and one of the reasons for this blog post.
Medical Ozone Therapy has its limitations, one of them is
that it is very slow in its action and I needed something to clear my system
that was going to act rapidly, I was in a state where I could develop sepsis
quite easily so we had to work fast. The problem is that when you are hit with
antibiotics at that speed, it is no party, I can attest to that and I am
certain many of you can as well. You never really know what's worse, the
sickness or the side effect. In any case for me, it worked and my spleen though
not fully recovered was better but still enlarged. We did rounds of ozone
therapy once I was off antibiotics to ensure that the infection was gone
completely and to minimize the inflammation.
Some may have issue with what I have just said because those
that have used ozone therapy do feel immediate relief. There are factors
though, this was internal and was not something that I really could feel. As well, let me say that those that do feel
immediate relief should understand that medical ozone can and will pass through
the blood brain barrier and increase serotonin as well as adrenalin for some.
Also, consider at times the aspect of "the placebo effect". Of course
I am not stating that this comes into consideration with all but it is
noteworthy and a consideration. Also to note is that ozone is an
anti-inflammatory and as well an analgesic.
After a while all was forgotten about all this and was
leading a normal life until mid-March of 2014 when I started to get these
unusually painful cramps in my lower abdomen. Normally, I am not that sensitive
and can withstand a tremendous amount of pain but this was something else, so
much so that I told my wife to drive me to hospital emergency. It was at night
when I entered the hospital and of course they wanted info and for me to wait,
I told them that would be impossible as the pain was unbearable. Normally, in
hospital emergency, unless you have a bleeding something, you still have to
wait, at least that has been my experience but fortunately at this one they
directed me to a bed so that I could lay down. I still had to wait though until
the attending physician came, when he did and I explained what I could, he
ordered painkillers and sent me on my way. Ok, I thought, let them do what they
know, don't argue I thought, stay calm I thought. I don't exactly know what I
was given, probably tramadol, it did dull the pain somewhat so I left.
We drove home and when we were almost in the driveway, I
turned to my wife and said, we have to go back, the pain started to increase as
we were driving. Again went to emergency but this time the pain was so
unbearable that I thought I was going to pass out. Again, I was put on a bed
and had to wait for the attending physician. After numerous tests and more pain
killer, I was advised to stay in the hospital overnight. The room I was given
was wonderful, all the facilities of home so in that respect I was quite
comfortable but the pain increased so much that eventually it took over my
senses and I started to cry and howl like a baby, praying for God to take me so
that I would not have to endure this pain. Still had no answer as to why this
had occurred.
Late in the night, it became evident to the hospital staff that
I would need something stronger to kill what pain I was experiencing so they
called in an anesthesiologist who promptly set up a morphine unit for me so
that once the pain came I could shoot morphine into me much like a late stage
cancer patient. This did work somewhat and there I was attached to IV's,
monitors and not lucid at all. I could feel the pain but really didn't care at
this point.
The next day after a semi-conscious sleep, I was told that I
had a lower bowel infection. Finally an answer.. Along with the pain, I was
vomiting massive amounts of green fluids so the prognosis made sense. Well, the
therapy again was massive amounts of antibiotics for four days only this time I
had no choice but to stay in the hospital.
The days went by and I started to feel better, I was taken
off morphine on the third day and released after five days. It was one week
later and Easter was upon us. As we normally do we went to Easter brunch and
decided to do a little shopping. All was normal until I was driving home with
the family. At about two or three kilometers away from the house I noticed a
weird sensation in my stomach area. My abdomen started to grumble, again came
the pain I can never explain. It was like someone reached inside my abdomen and
was twisting my intestines in an effort to pull them out. I grasped the
steering wheel so hard I thought I was going to break it, I started howling and
crying in pain but knew I had to get the family home safely. When I reached the
house I did lay down and watch my stomach churn like there was a baby inside
and I was nine months pregnant. I called my partner and he immediately sent a
nurse to put me on fluids and ease my pain. I stayed in bed for about three
days trying to get better but this, although subdued was getting no better.
Nothing that I ate would stay down; it was like I was blocked.
We decided it was time for a CT scan to find out what the
issue was, so I went to one of my dear friend who was a CT scan specialist, actually
he teaches the method of CT. I had really wanted to get a proper diagnosis.
After what seemed an eternity, he called the whole family into his office to
tell us what he had found. It seemed that I had numerous issues, the infection
in my bowel was gone but now it seems that my portal and mesenteric as well as
pulmonary veins were blocked. As well, there seemed to be a blockage in my
intestines, most probably a stricture that was narrowing the channel somewhere
in my intestines. I say somewhere because even with CT, one can't really
pinpoint intestine obstructions, too many twists, turns, guts, etc... Well,
isn't that just peachy, I thought...
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