How powerless and vulnerable we can be in the face of challenges
Warning some pictures can have an emotional impact!!!
For this weekend I have chosen to share with you the difficult times I went through a few years ago, and yes I think many of us spent a weekend in bed or worse in hospital due to health problems.
At my age (37) I thought that the world was mine and that I was as strong as a rock, but the challenges I had proved me wrong, I was so weak that I didn't recognize myself anymore.
How was the health problem triggered?
A few years ago (I think 6 years ago) I was in the yard taking care of chores around the house (I wrote in my posts that I live in the countryside) and so I had to move a very heavy object by myself, that was the stupidity I showed, I should have called someone to help me, but being strong as a rock I thought I could do it myself, in the end I managed.
And so, after some time, a small lump appeared in the navel area, at first I didn't pay attention to it, but time passed and the lump grew in size, but even now it wasn't visible.
I went to a private hospital in our county where a family doctor consulted me, after the consultation the doctor did not give me any diagnosis, I was a bit confused, do I have a medical problem or not.
A few years passed and the lump grew in size, it was almost the size of an orange, I was already ashamed to go out because of that lump, aesthetically it looked very ugly.
I was on a holiday at the Black Sea here in Romania and of course I went swimming in the sea, when I passed by the people on the sun loungers they were all looking at my swelling I didn't know why I was suffering, this happened to me at the hotel pool too, I could feel people's gazes as if at my back.
So I went again, but this time to a surgeon, who in the first few minutes of examination gave me the diagnosis, umbilical hernia with risk of bowel obstruction plus other medical terms I didn't understand.
I had a panic attack at first but gradually calmed down and set the date and time for my surgery at that private hospital.
I won't go into details, everything went very well, so the recovery period followed, so I managed to stay not one but two weekends in bed to recover.
I went through some hard times, even depression, but with the help of family and friends I managed to overcome this challenge.
In those days especially on weekends when I wanted to go somewhere I felt like a helpless man through the concrete, I was stuck in bed, this because of the very large cut, I leave you some pictures.
The doctor recommended diet food so I wouldn't get fat and the surgery would break or something.
You can imagine that in those days, especially on Sundays, when I knew we used to build a fire on the grill and roast something, only such images came to my mind.
Believe me I even got to count the seconds, but I overcame all that by thinking about my health, now you may ask why I didn't go outside for a walk or other activities.
I avoided going out of the house and coming into contact with other people, primarily because it was hard for me to move, but also because I didn't want to catch a cold and that could cause coughing, a cough could cause problems in my abdomen.
Here I was a week after surgery.
Here almost two weeks.
This is where I went for a consultation, after which those stitches were removed, two weeks after the operation.
My dears the story of my weekend spent in bed due to an umbilical hernia has come to an end, yes I forgot to tell you that the aftermath of that surgery was that I am no longer allowed to lift heavy things, I run the risk of the surgery breaking.
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P.S. The attached pictures you have just seen are taken by me with my mobile phone, and the text is also designed by me.