If you’ve read my recent posts, you will know I was admitted into hospital on the 20th June. I’ve had so much love and support, and also a lot of questions, which I thought would be best to update you all again. Thank you all so so much for being so kind and thoughtful! Knew my followers had to be the best!
I had Endometriosis removal surgery on the 26th May, and never really truly recovered. From other people’s experiences, I was expecting to feel TONS better after, and be able to go back to work the next week or two. This wasn’t the case.
Throughout the first week, I actually DID think I was making small improvements every day, even though the pain was horrendous. I then managed to have 2 really good days, and I thought that was it. I finally got there.
These 2 days were very short-lived, and started crashing even harder. I wasn’t sleeping at all through the night, and only being able to sleep for a couple of hours before the pain woke me again. In total, I rang the ward 3 times and asked for help, to which they were very rude and dismissive. I had numerous times back and forth to doctors and phone calls to 111. I wasn’t eating, wasn’t drinking, wasn’t hardly walking, or sleeping. Everyday seemed worse than the last.
I then went to my doctors on the 20th again, and she seems really concerned. She gave me more drugs, and hydration powder, and was told to ring her if I got any worse. 4 hours later I was back on the phone to her since my BP had dropped to 80 over something, and the pain seemed to be getting worse still. She then admitted me to a gynaecology ward straight away.
When I arrived, they put me on IV fluids, took bloods and took me down for an X-ray. All clear.
The next day I had an ultrasound scan. All clear.
I’m not allowed to go into too much detail with this, but some of the nurses, doctors and my surgeon were the most unprofessional, rudest, and vulgar people I have ever met.
I haven’t been able to eat properly in weeks now because of whatever is going on, and I was told I had an ED. I do not. If anyone knows me, I tell them how I want bit more cushion for the non-existent pushin’. I can out eat most people I know. But in all honesty, I don’t know anyone who looks at hospital food and thinks it looks tasty…
I then had a bad reaction to morphine, which caused extremely severe chest pain, which then made it difficult to breathe and I couldn’t even talk properly. I called the nurse at 3am, and she did my blood pressure and heart rate and then left. I called the nurse again since it got worse, and she gave me paracetamol tablets, which I couldn’t take since I couldn’t even hardly breathe. She then left, saying ‘If you’re not going to take them, I can’t help. I have other patients’ and walked out. I ended up ringing my mum and trying to explain, but she couldn’t understand me, so I text her and she rang them. They then gave me oxygen which didn’t help that much, but was better than nothing. Was then told that they can’t help me if I don’t tell them I’m in pain, and I shouldn’t have rang my mum?! I couldn’t breathe and the nurse left?!
I did end up walking out the hospitals on day 3 (I think), and then being discovered by my surgeon which ended up in a shouting match, and me telling her to F off due to previous things which had happened that week. My mum also rang the ward to tell them I had left, and the nurses had no idea, even though I was gone for an hour, and walked past the nurses station with my drip still attached. Turns out I’m better at sneaking around than I first thought. I was put on ‘high alert’, and kept seeing the nurses pop their head through the window to make sure I hadn’t buggered off again.
Shout out to my mum for taking a photo shoot of me whilst passed out…
In my last update, I did say how I would rather red ants climb up my ass than stay another night. I ended up staying in again because I nearly collapses. As a women of my word… Red ants anyone?
I was told I could go home the next day, or stay if I felt I wasn’t well enough, which I obviously declined.
I still don’t have a diagnosis of what’s going on. They said they think I have nerve damage in my brain, but possibly the endometriosis has grown back, or it’s chronic pelvic pain.
I left the hospital on the 24th June, and extremely happy to finally get into my own bed, and not have checks waking me up every hour.
I am finally catching up on blog posts now, so will be able to start getting them finalised and sorted out for you all. Again, you are all such wonderful people.
All my love x