I remember when I had necrotizing pancreatitis and I was like “hmm this ain’t right” and my parents were like “the hospital will just send you home with Norco they’re not gonna do anything” so I wait a few days and see an urgent care and they took one look at my urinalysis and were like “babe you gotta go to Detroit you’re experiencing kidney failure and your pancreas is rotting inside you”. So 10 days and 100 pounds lost later I get home feeling pretty okay and my dads like “So you managed to beat multiple organ failure ay?” And I just sent him this
Oh yeah and then I caught Covid and C. Dif. in the SICU. Had seizures and at one point needed an ice bath for a fever of 104. I could tell the doctors weren’t sure if I was gonna make it. My parents weren’t sure if I was gonna make it. Necrotizing pancreatitis has about a 30% mortality rate but because I had so many complications with it… I didn’t have a very good chance. But the doctors didn’t account for me just being too fuckin stubborn to die. Also got to spend my 23rd birthday blitzed on morphine
