Today is Sunday, November 27th. Yesterday was my mother’s birthday and I gave a her a great gift. We went to Popeye’s for lunch (my favorite fried chicken), and I had chicken and green beans. That was early in the afternoon, maybe at 12:30. At 5:30, I started throwing up. I thought I had a green bean stcuk in the back of my mouth, but when I reached in and tried to clear it, I felt the end of my jejunal tube instead. It is, as you have read previously, supposed to be in my intestine. It had retroflexed through my stomach, up my espohagus, and into my mouth. Needless to say, I freaked out. I was still throwing up and in my head, I was screaming, because I thought that I was going to choke. I might have had the tube been a larger diameter. The J-G tubes come in various diameters, which in tube parlance are actually referred to as frenches. For instance, my tube is an 18 french tube. The smaller the number, the larger the diameter. Had my tube been a larger french, I might have choked. As it was, I staggered upstairs from the basement, and had my sister call an ambulance. I was taken to the Reston Hospital Center, which treated me very well. I was in an out in 4 hours. The GI specialist on call made a special trip in to see me in person and wound up removing the jejunal portion of my tube, so that at the moment, I only have a gsatric tube. I can only drain my stomach; I can’t do my enteral feedings.
My mother was really fraked out when she heard. As she pointed out, special occasions are cursed for her. Her mother died on her 25th wedding anniversary, Her husband died on her 33rd anniversary, and I ruined her birthday this year. We all apparently did it on purpose
