Hit Me, Baby, One More Time: My PEG Tube Diva Saga
Life really has a flair for the dramatic, doesn't it? Just when I thought I'd ticked off another medical follow-up like a routine item on my to-do list, boom! Plot twist. What was supposed to be a simple follow up medical appointment spiraled into yet another PEG tube insertion, complete with anesthesia, post-op surprises, and yes—more expenses than my wallet was emotionally prepared for. I already sensed something was off before the appointment. In fact, this appointment was urgently brought forward from the initially proposed date as the tube wasn’t feeding smoothly into my stomach—it only worked if I sat in a very specific position. The moment I stood up or tried walking, everything stalled. Totally abnormal. The tube is like a dick—unpredictable and unreliable. You just can't trust it. That popular uncertainty? It mirrored my life a little too well. Going through another PEG tube procedure wasn't just physically taxing; it was a whirlwind of inconvenience. Plans we...
