I guess that was slightly thoughtless of me to leave you hanging and not tell the rest of the story but assumptions that since I’m typing blog posts I must be pretty much okay are pretty much accurate.
I woke up a few times during the night. There was a man a few beds over who I couldn’t see but I could hear him and the nurses fussing over him. He kept trying to get up to go to the toilet but he wasn’t allowed. I don’t think he was capable of standing. I’m a little confused with what I gleaned from all the talking but I think that this man has an appalling memory and he overdosed on some pills – either an attack of depression or he just forgot that he’d already taken some. I think after that he’d taken a fall. It could be that I’m mixing two guys together, one who’d ODd and one who’d fallen. He’d make a lot of noise when he tried to get up and the nurses had to stop him. Then this morning the fall guy kept asking the same questions every minute. He must have had dementia.
Fall Guy: “Where’s me socks?”
Nurse: “They’re in you’re bag but we won’t put ’em on until you need to leave, when the ambulance gets here.”
Fall Guy: “Where’s me socks?”
Nurse: after having heard this question four times gives up and puts his socks on him
Fall Guy: “Where’s me shoes?”
Nurse: “Theyre here on the window sil but we won’t put them on until it’s time to leave.”
Fall Guy: “Where’s me shoes?”
Nurse: “Theyre here on the window sil but we won’t put them on until it’s time to leave.”
Fall Guy: “Where’s me shoes?”
Nurse: “Theyre here on the window sil but we won’t put them on until it’s time to leave.”
When I was waiting for hubby to arrive to get me, Fall Guy wanted to know where his wife was – apparently “she’s coming”.
In the morning I was woken up by a nurse with a blood pressure monitor. My blood pressure was a bit low, I had to drink more water.
It was cool that I still had the phone by my bed. I called my Mum, I called Yvonne from work who came down with Mel and Yvonne took my iPod to charge it so I had something to do.
I was woken up by a doctor later in the morning who prodded my tummy and said they’d probably send me home and get me to have an ultrasound.
A little bit later a different doctor came in to prod my tummy and told me they’d get the gynocologist to come down and have a look and they’d get me to have an ultrasound and then go home.
Yvonne and Mel came down bearing my iPod and a couple of trashy magazines.
Three hours later the gyni doc came down and gave me an internal exam which didn’t reveal much – she mentioned something about my uterus being backwards but since she didn’t say anything else about it I guess it doesn’t matter. She said that the prognosis of the surgeon the previous night was probably correct, that it could be ovarian cysts but most likely it’s Mesenteric Adenitis. If it is that then I’m a little disappointed because it means that it’s not a cause of my general ill health but a result, it can be caused by viruses and I had that cold/flu thing two-four weeks ago.
I had an ultrasound when I came home yesterday and he said I’ll get the results of Friday. That’s a bit crap, I’d rather have them today because then Mum, who’s coming to visit me, could take me to the GP.
Now I’m just at home resting because if it’s that Adenitis thing or a burst ovarian cyst, all you can really do is lie back and wait until it goes away.
I think I’ll only be able to hang out on my computer a little bit because it’s a bit uncomfortable sitting upright.
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Mags says
Whoa~ Talk about leaving a girl hangin!
Geezo! I’m sorry to hear you’ve had such an ordeal!
Feel better soon!!
Hezza says
That is so amazing – I really CAN sympathize with you – I have HAD Mesenteric adenitis! IT ABSOUTELY KILLS so I now know what you were describing! I have never been in so much pain – except when I had a suspected kidney stone.
My Mum thought I was just making a fuss until I couldn’t actually stand or walk and was in a permanent faetal position.
A surgeon at the SAN was going to take my appendix out but that morning they realized what it was.
I said “okay give me whatever I need to make it better” and they said “we can’t, you just have to wait”.
In some ways I wanted it to be my appendix so it would go away!
Darn it I just realized this is not a helpful encouraging entry.
What can I say to be helpful? I am praying for you! Um, I am going to ring you now and say hi.
Love Hez