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First time I've left my hair natural in years...can't believe how wavy it still goes! |
I'd like to apologise for the lack of posting this week. My life has been so busy with work, family and unfortunately, illness. This post is going to be quite graphic, just to pre-warn you all.
Friday 8th August, I became incredibly ill. I didn't know at this point just how bad it was. I finished my long shift at work (somehow!) at 4:30 pm, and was straight into bed upon my arrival home. I'd been feeling sick and light headed all day, I was quite annoyed at myself because I'd bought tickets to go to the Worcester Beer Festival with my work friends and my Boyfriend.
Sadly, I had to let them down as I couldn't even keep my eyes open for 5 seconds. I was constantly going hot and cold, sweating and I couldn't hold my own body weight. I slept for a couple of hours, then decided it'd be a brilliant idea to have a bath to try and wake myself up a bit. This was around 8pm. This, however turned into one of the worst ideas I've ever had as I fell asleep in the bath with the hot water running, resulting in me slipping down the bath and almost drowning myself. I'm not even over exaggerating. I woke up by choking on water, I remember the time to be around 9pm when I noticed. I swiftly got out the bath and returned to my bed and slept heavily until 8am the next day apart from some agonising trips to the toilet throughout the night.
Saturday 9th August. I felt a bit better in the morning despite me being up every other hour dashing to the toilet. Less sick, still feverish but still unable to hold my own body weight. My other half said I'd caught a bug, but in my heart of hearts I knew this was more than a regular stomach bug. I suffer from IBS anyway and I knew this was more than a flare up or a tummy bug as I've had my fair share of those! I spent Saturday in and out of bed, but ended up crashing out on the sofa late evening. At around 9pm, I started getting the most intense stomach cramps I've ever had, which instantly resulted in me needing the toilet. Now I'm not even kidding here, it was like water. TMI I know but this is why I knew it wasn't just a stomach bug. I was in so much pain and I didn't know what to do with myself. These lasted all night which meant I had very broken sleep, making me in such a foul mood.
Sunday 10th August, I couldn't even get out of bed. My body felt like someone had literally strapped me down to my bed. I was in such a sweat I was dripping. The stomach cramps were still coming and going, still needing the toilet. This is where it got serious. I stood up, managed a couple of steps but then instantly felt light headed, I collapsed on the bathroom floor calling out for my boyfriend. I blacked out for a second but instantly woke up needing the toilet. I barely made it there. I rang my mum in absolute tears, explaining I couldn't stand up or hold my own weight, I couldn't stop going to the toilet nor could I stop shaking. She only lives round the corner so she was with me in literally 10 minutes.
She phoned the out of hours GP for me, who sent out a rapid response paramedic. She examined me, and didn't look too happy with my results. She confirmed I had a stomach bug, however due to the other symptoms I was having, she asked for the opinion of a local doctor who issued me into Hospital. A couple of minutes later, the Ambulance arrived and off I was carted to Worcester Hospital. My time at the Hospital was brief..3 hours or so? I was shoved in my own little room, seen by someone once in the whole time I was there and was basically told to go home as I only had a stomach bug but was severely dehydrated. I had no further tests, nothing. I was told to take buscopan, imodium and dioralyte. I basically felt like I was wasting their time and the Doctor certainly made it feel like she didn't want to see me.
Little did I know, this wasn't going to be my only journey to hospital.
Monday 11th August, I phoned my GP first thing in the morning as I still felt really really unwell and I knew this was more than a stomach bug. The Doctor I saw was so helpful despite me never hearing his name before. He took loads of blood pressure, temperature and health checks and also a physical examination of my stomach, which was absolutely agonising. He confirmed what I considered to be my worst nightmare...suspected appendicitis. He issued me with a letter for instant admittance to A&E surgical department. I drove home with tears in my eyes, I really really didn't want it to be this. I stopped off at my parent's on the way home and burst out crying. I hate hospitals and my parent's knew it. They instantly told me everything was going to be okay etc, got me to explain what was going on and followed me home. They then took me along with my boyfriend to Hospital and here came the waiting.
I was briefly seen in the minor injuries unit by a Doctor who also told me I have suspected appendicitis but not to rule out PCOS or Chron's given my family history. The thought of having any of those scared the living daylight out of me. I was instantly hooked up to a rehydration drip again as I was still dehydrated from the previous days. Blood tests taken and obs done, I was moved up to the SCDU (Surgical Decisions unit) where I spent the night hooked up to yet more rehydration drips alongside antibiotics and painkillers as I was still getting stomach cramps and was so uncomfy! I was seen by a Doctor at around 10pm who told me that I'd be going in to surgery first thing in the morning. I was told I'd be having my appendix out but they'd also be having a root around to see if they could see anything else causing me pain. I was told I wasn't allowed anything to eat or or drink from 2am. This was quite possibly the worst night sleep I have ever had in my life, but also one of the longest nights. Throughout the night, I was hooked up to more rehydration packs and antibiotics.
Tuesday 12th August. Morning came and it was time to go down to surgery. At this point, I'm absolutely pooping a brick! I've been under general anesthetic before but I'd had months and months to prepare myself for that. This was so quick, it's still all a blur to me. I was wheeled through what seemed like the whole hospital, to a tiny little room where I was told I'd be having the anesthetic issued. I instantly burst into tears, I was so scared I just didn't know or understand what was going on. Did they know something I didn't?...The last thing I remember before this was the lovely porter telling me how he loves my hair colour and he wants his the same. The next 3 hours were a blackout for me.
Waking up was the most horrific thing ever. I was in so much pain, I couldn't stop crying, I couldn't catch my breath nor could I stop grabbing my stomach. It felt like they'd literally ripped my insides out, the pain was so intense. I remember grabbing the sides of the bed and leaving nail indents in it from how intense the pain was. This felt like it was going on for forever, like it'd never end. They gave me the maximum amount of morphine they could but it was seriously doing nothing. I could still feel every ounce of pain. The nurse who was looking after me was quite possibly the nicest person I have ever met, she was holding my hand the whole way through the next couple of hours and reassuring me I'd be alright. So, still sobbing my heart out from the pain, I was issued another pain killer which essentially knocked me out. Over the next couple of hours I was in and out of sleep, aided by the lovely nurse whose name I cannot remember but wish I could! She even missed taking her lunch because she didn't want to leave me. I actually want to send her a bunch of flowers and a card but I genuinely cannot remember her name.
She rang the other unit multiple times but they hadn't even cleaned a room for me yet, much to her disappointment! She finally got the answer she wanted, said her goodbyes to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and off I was whisked to another unit. From there, I was in and out of sleep again as I felt the morphine wearing off and by this time it was around 5pm. I was told I needed to have food, have a wee and be seen to drink something before I was discharged. Mission accepted! Although, the corned beef sandwich really didn't agree with me, after a couple of bites I felt it coming back up. Such a huge relief though when it turned out to be a huge burp! I managed to do all of the above quite quickly and I was then seen by the surgeon. Finally, I'd be able to know exactly what was wrong with me.
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I can't even remember my Mum taking this photo of me, but here we go. All doped up! |
Just to confirm what I'd heard a million times before, yes I did have a stomach bug and I now have medically confirmed IBS. However, the next bit was a huge shock to me and one I really didn't expect.
I had had, at some point, a huge cyst on my right ovary which had burst, leaving all the pus and fluid around my stomach and in the cavities surrounding it. It eventually reached my appendix which became increasingly larger and inflamed. God's honest truth I cannot pinpoint where this happened nor can medical experts. I was told if I had of left it a couple more days, my appendix would have ruptured from being so infected. The next bit scared me. I was told that if my appendix had ruptured, the fluid from my ovary and the appendix itself would have been so toxic, it would have left me infertile in my right ovary and would have rapidly developed septicemia. Holy mother of God.
I'm now lay in my bed typing this up thanking whatever is up in heaven that I was able to catch this in time. Maybe it's my Nan and Grandad looking over me, I dont know, but if you are then I cannot thank you enough. I feel so lucky to be here right now. I really do.
The moral of this post is just to remember how lucky you are each and every day that you actually have a life and a family. I certainly have realised that my family are my everything the past couple of days and don't know where I'd be without them.
Oh and Mum, next time I'm in pain don't tell the doctor I'd like pain relief up my bum!! Not happening!
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