https://www.gofundme.com/f/jeff-with-his-living-expenses-while-he-recuperates-at-home
Update posted on his gofundme - there is an xray on there as well.
Yesterdayby Jeff WWylde, Beneficiary
Night of the Incident
Thank you for your patience.
On March 4th, a long-awaited package finally arrived: my birthing egg toy, complete with a chain. Excited to try it out, I warmed up with my other toys before using it. Initially, the experience was amazing. However, the situation quickly became alarming when I realized I couldn’t remove the egg.
Despite my best efforts, and trying every conceivable angle and strategy, the toy remained lodged. The growing sense of panic was compounded by the sight of blood, which made me incredibly anxious about the potential need for surgical intervention. Reluctantly, I reached out to friends late at night for help. The third person I called came over and tried everything possible to assist me: various positions, tools, and techniques, but nothing worked.
As we struggled, the situation worsened when the chain broke, increasing my distress exponentially. Feeling overwhelmed and desperate, I realized I had no choice but to seek professional medical help. I drove myself to the emergency room—a decision I made in a haze of fear and urgency.
Compelled by the severity of the situation, I headed to the emergency room around 12:40 AM. By then, the toy had been painfully in place for nearly four hours. Prepared for a potentially long stay, I packed essentials such as my toothbrush, iPad, chargers, and some toiletries.
Upon arriving at the ER, the discomfort was unbearable—I urgently requested somewhere to lie down. The emergency room was bustling, yet the staff managed to accommodate me on a gurney. I was informed that the surgical team would only be available by 5:30 AM, which meant waiting in agony. The pressure on my bladder intensified the discomfort, compelling frequent and painful trips to the bathroom.
During this time, a severe panic attack overtook me as I dealt with the pain and the wait. An x-ray was needed, so a technician carefully slid a hard panel under me while I lay on the gurney, adding to the surreal nature of the experience. Throughout it all, my concern for privacy diminished—my only focus was on getting the help I needed.
In a blur of motion and fragmented memories, I was swiftly taken to a surgery room as hospital staff surrounded me. The details are hazy; voices asked questions while I was consumed by pain and fear. A kind hand and soothing words urged me to breathe just before everything faded.
I regained consciousness alone in a hospital room, disoriented and in severe pain. The realization of having a colostomy bag overwhelmed me—I was hysterical. My body was a network of bandages, IV lines, EKG cables, an oxygen mask, and tubes protruding from my abdomen, adding to a deep sense of claustrophobia. The inability to move or even see my own body compounded the excruciating pain I felt.
The surgeons later explained that the operation had been particularly challenging: approximately 17 inches of my intestines were removed. The toy could not be extracted the conventional way and had to be surgically removed through an incision in my stomach. The seriousness of the surgery and the intense recovery process that awaited me were daunting.
In the wake of this life-altering event, I find myself facing not only a long road to recovery but also a mountain of medical expenses. The surgeries, the hospital stay, ongoing care, and the adjustments I must make to my daily life have placed me in a situation I could never have anticipated. Despite the challenges, I am determined to overcome this obstacle and rebuild my life, but I cannot do it alone.
This experience has humbled me and shown me the importance of community and support in times of unexpected crisis. I am reaching out for your help. Any contribution, big or small, will go directly towards covering my medical bills, rehabilitation costs, and the necessary modifications to my living environment to accommodate my new needs.
Your support means everything to me during this incredibly tough time. I am deeply grateful for any assistance you can provide, and I promise to keep you updated on my progress. Together, I believe we can turn this story of pain and fear into one of hope and recovery.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read my story and for considering my plea for help. Your kindness and generosity can truly make a difference in my journey towards healing and adjustment.
