Note: this marks the start of my backdated posts, covering the period that I was hospitalised.
I’d last been posting about the gastric issues I was experiencing. Things went rapidly downhill on the Saturday and I was having constant, excruciating pain in my stomach and chest, alongside vomiting after only sips of water; I also experienced some rectal bleeding and started to grow more and more concerned. This continued all through the night, until we could get hold of the out of hours doctor, who told me to get to our local hospital straight away.
The doctor there examined my stomach, which was extremely tender to touch, and admitted me to the Emergency Assessment Unit straight away. The main concern was obviously the possibility of a bleeding ulcer (I suffered something similar ten years ago), but I was also seriously dehydrated and had been unable to keep any of my medication down for over 48 hours. I was examined again a short while later and had the necessary blood tests, xrays, scans, etc as well as a rather interesting examination by a doctor that looked about twelve, (Dr Liam) which (to put it nicely) found no evidence of haemorrhoids and meant the bleeding was even more of a worry.
Other possible diagnoses at this point were Gastritis, Pancreatits and Duodenal Ulcer. Treatment-wise, I was given Morphine, Methylpred, Fluids, Anti-Emmetics and Stomach Protectors through an IV, while the rest of my medications were put on hold. They felt that these were to blame for the problems, but covered their abscence with extra IV steroids. I did a silly thing at one point and managed to pull the cannula out of my ‘one good vein’, meaning that they had to insert a new one with a fancy probe that finds deeper veins – it worked and I’m glad to have learned that it is an option!
With the pain under control, I was much more settled and so they moved me onto a side ward with five other women, who became good friends over the next few days. I did have some reservations though, since this was the same ward that I’d had such a bad experience on in August; but the Matron recognised me and promised I would get the right care this time round. For the most part she was right and I had a much better experience at this ‘dreaded hospital’, until I changed wards.
So, I was nil by mouth and had a few investigations lined up once the weekend was over, but I was comfortable for the first time in weeks and even managed to get some sleep.
I had no idea of how things would turn out.