I’ve been quiet this week cause I’ve been really poorly. On Monday I didn’t feel good so decided I would have a lazy day and I slept for most of it. But then by Monday evening my pain had gone through the roof and I was in agony. I didn’t sleep a wink and by Tuesday’s ward round I was in the bed crying in pain. The doctor increased my pain relief and said we’d “need to ride it out”. But instead of getting better the pain just got worse and worse to the point that I couldn’t get out of bed and make it to the loo which is three steps away without the nurses helping me. And talking of the loo I realised I hadn’t opened my bowels since Sunday. So this was looking like another bowel obstruction. I spent Wednesday in agony and when the consultant saw me on Thursdays ward round he couldn’t believe how unwell I was. He said he would get straight on the phone to the surgeon and tell him he needed to ‘sort me out’ because this could not continue. The surgical doctors came to see me and decided that they wanted another CT scan to see what’s going on which I had done on Friday morning. On Friday afternoon one of the gastro drs came to tell me the CT report was in and it showed that my bowel is much, much worse since my last scan (which was only at the end of April) and that there was a chance I may need emergency surgery over the weekend. This would be a nightmare scenario as I would end up with whoever was on call performing the operation and they may not have the experience or expertise of dealing with a patient like me with such complicated surgical history and I could end up being left in a mess. Hubby was allowed to come in and visit me today and it was lovely for him to lie on the bed with me and just cuddle me; I really needed that cuddle. So I’m hoping to make it through the weekend without needing surgery and then hopefully see Mr E, the surgeon who was originally willing to operate on me next week. I’m obviously nil by mouth so all my meds are IV going through the Picc line. I’m still on the antifungal medication but Friday night they started the TPN again. The heat isn’t helping and I just feel really crap. It seems like it’s one step forward and two steps back.
The antibiotics have finished now and last night my Hickman line was used for the first time. So far it seems to be working fine and if the doctors are happy with it when they do the rounds later this morning I will be able to go home. Today! Yay! Of course I'm excited to perhaps be going home but I'm also relieved as my poor veins have just about had it. I never really have any decent veins in my hands and arms and the few that can be used have been well and truely pricked to death. It's got so bad that I'm now having cannulas put in my feet. And yes, it did hurt. Hopefully later I will be packing my bag and going home to Hubby and the kids.Unfortunately everyone is at work today so if, no, when I get discharged later I will have to make my own way home. Nottingham has a really good transport system, including a tram stop at the hospital but I don't think I'm up to using public transport today. I'm going to splash out on a cab that will take me door to doo...
Comments
Post a Comment