Friday, July 30, 2010
Sorry, went a bit AWOL there for a while. Initially, this was because I was busy planning for the new school year. A necessary evil of homeschooling - I simply cannot "wing" it like some homeschoolers do - I need to know what I'm doing and when. It's very tedious but I like the end result.
However, just when I was thinking about blogging again, a couple of days ago, I ended up having a 2 day stint in Bournemouth Hospital.
You know, I never knew it was possible to go from being perfectly well to very ill in the space of less than 5 minutes but it is. There I was, happily enjoying my evening - ate dinner, chatted to my brother on the phone and then ...... ohmybloodygodPAIN!!!!! Sudden, excruciating, mind boggling abdo pain. I went in the bathroom, nearly blacked out, staggered back into the lounge then just lay flat on my front sobbing with pain and threw up and up and up (luckily Tim had grabbed a bucket in time!) Now, I should have gone to the hospital there and then but I was SO exhausted and done in that I, somehow, managed to fall asleep. Woke up next morning STILL in severe pain. Got an emergency appointment with local doctor who examined me and was straight on the phone to the general surgeon at the hospital because it was thought my appendix was on the blink.
So, I went home, got an overnight bag as expected and went off to hospital where I was examined all over (including where the sun don't shine .... "shudders"), had drip things stuck in my arms, had blood tests taken and was nearly made to cry by the doctor who felt my tummy because it was still agony. Time went by, another doctor (surgeon this time), came back and said he was satisfied I DIDN'T have an appendicitus because the symptoms were not consistent (they build up gradually whereas mine happened in an instant). They still weren't sure what WAS the matter only that I had this awful abdo pain, high blood pressure (unheard of for me!) and low-grade infection. I spent the first day on nil-by-mouth "just in case" they needed to do surgery for something.
Next day, I had breakfast but was then put back on nil-by-mouth because they had arranged for me to have a pelvic scan (the not eating thing turned out to be a mistake and I SHOULD have eaten and drunk LOADS to make the scan easier). Eventually had the scan (which had to be done internally due to the fact that they couldn't see anything with the conventional over-the-tummy one due to the fact that I hadn't flipping well drunk anything! I was not best pleased! However, scan was done and examined by gynecologist who said I'd had a ruptured endometrial cyst on my right ovary and that, judging by the fluid residue left behind it had been pretty sizeable. He also found a couple of other very small ones on the same side and I have to go back as an outpatient and see him about those although they may go on their own. He did say that they didn't generally always get huge and some could just stay really small and not cause any problems.
Anyway, back home today, still a bit tender and taking things reasonably easy. Have now found out that my darling husband thought I might die the other night and he "would have been very angry with me" if I had! Honestly, *laughs*, I was a long way from quitting this mortal coil but it WAS very dramatic and scary and bloody, bloody painful.