My First Hospitalization

So my family got back to Ohio from our glorious Thanksgiving vacation and my problems got worse. I had all of the symptoms from Florida along with developing some new ones. The biggest problem that arose was that of me living in the bathroom. I could have put a television in there and had my food brought to me and I would've been fine. I would wake up 3-4 times a night having to use the bathroom. And I'm not talking about your simple wake up, use the bathroom, turn the light off and go back to bed type bathroom breaks. I would wake up and spend 15 minutes on the toilet. This went on for weeks. I can't tell you how much sleep I lost because of this. I probably spent more time at night on the toilet than I did laying in bed. The last straw was when I came home from school and told my mom that my bottom was hurting me and I couldn't sit down because of it. After hearing this my mother took me to my pediatrician who examined me and told me I need to go to the emergency room immediately.

We arrived at the E.R. and after sitting in the waiting room for an eternity, I was finally called back. We told the doctor all of my symptoms, he examined me and left the room. Another doctor came in and did the same thing. Honestly, I would have to say that by the end of that day, I probably had 5 different doctors examine my rectum and put their finger what seemed like up into my stomach! It was not an experience I wanted to have. Every time a doctor came in it was the same thing. "Will you please lay on your side and bring your legs up to your chest?" I was asked that so many times that I just stayed in that position in my room so the doctors could get it done and over with.

After all of this, the doctors started throwing medical terminology at us. "We think your son has a rectal fissure most likely from him repeatedly going to the bathroom." Neither me nor my mom knew what he meant really. So he pretty much said that it was a tear in the tissue inside of my rectum. They said that this type of thing was treatable, but they weren't 100% certain that this was the correct diagnosis. Because of this they admitted me into the hospital for more tests to figure out exactly what was wrong. This was just the beginning of my stay at the hospital. We thought that it would be a quick diagnosis and given medicine then sent home. Boy were we all wrong.