We were in the Ocotillo seafood buffet in the Quechan Casino the other night when my husband suddenly turned red in the face after a couple of bites. He's always had difficulty in swallowing big pills and has experienced at least 3 episodes in his life when he had symptoms of esophageal spasm that resolved with rest, so I initially didn't think that it was anything serious. I happily continued eating king crabs while he went out several times to get some fresh air, unaware that he had been retching in the bathroom with no relief.
And then I noticed the beer.
I knew that something was wrong when he didn't even touch his drink. He looked uncomfortable and flushed so I excused ourselves from that night's company to go home. I asked my husband if he wanted to swing by the ER but he refused.
At 3 AM, husband gave up on sleep and told me that he was going to the ER. He was still retching and couldn't keep anything down. He had not eaten, drank, nor slept. He was supposed to work that morning but was going in as a patient.
You can't imagine how I felt in those hours. I had a sick husband and a crying baby in my arms. I couldn't even drive him to the ER because the nanny doesn't come in till 7 AM. I was THISCLOSE to crying as well.
I later got a call from my husband that the endoscopy team was mobilized to come in. It was a Saturday but the gastroenterologist scheduled him for the procedure first thing that morning because of findings in his lateral neck X-ray that seemed to suggest a foreign body obstruction. He asked me to come pick him up because he'll be too sedated to drive.
I was unprepared for the findings. It's one thing to live with these occasional symptoms, it's another to really know what's wrong. He has a distal esophageal stricture that makes the orifice smaller than the pinky finger and the endoscope unable to pass through. He will have to undergo a repeat endoscopy for dilation in a month. He also has eosinophilic esophagitis which makes the esophagus as stiff as a lead pipe. To top it all off, there was mashed potato that was sitting on top of the stricture.
No wonder he was so miserable.
And so was I. (I lied. I did cry.)
mood:  aggravated |