Hi Folks
After 8 weeks I managed to switch my main computer on yesterday - the tablet is ok for doing small tasks but I find it tends to get its knickers in a twist if I want to type a meaningful reply.
Anyhow, I'd just like to say a very very heart felt and sincere thank you to those of you who posted messages of concern regarding the state of my health.
I've been through an array of emotions especially during the long nights in hospital and praying it wasn't something more sinister with a capital C, I've felt anxiety, frustration and being reduced to a bumbling wreck of being unable to stop weeping.
I think the lowest point was having an infected wound that was discharging all kinds of gunk and being taken back into hospital because I was unable to breathe.
I'd had no indication that I was so ill - we'd been to Spain and had two great holidays gorging ourselves on some good food in the hotel, and then at the end of October I started with stomach cramps that were like childbirth pains, and I generally began to get picky over my food and sometimes would look at the plate and feel sick.
Dave forced me to see my GP, who gave me a prescription for heartburn.
It came to a head when I started again with horrendous pain one evening and I began vomiting neat bile - neat bile has to be the most obnoxious substance that god ever made - ok inside you, but absolutely the most disgusting stuff to have coming out of your throat and nose.
One Consultant said to me " your problem Mrs xxxx, is that you have too many people looking after you" and she was right, I was being bounced back and forth between the surgical team and the medical team.
The medical team were pumping intravenous steroids into me to try and reduce the inflammation in my intestines, and the surgical team were holding back to see if the steroids worked before embarking on major bowel surgery - and In the meantime I was as high as a kite and not part of this planet on Tramadol and Morphine being administered through a cannula in my leg.
My Consultant were the buck finally stopped, he said "that whatever I'd got, I'd had a long time" - that may be true, but prior to the start of the pain, it never manifested itself into symptoms which caused me to think about seeing my GP.
I didn't know too much about Crohn's disease, apart from knowing it is an inflammation of the intestines and removing the infected part is not the end solution to the problem, because it can flare up again in a different section of the bowel, and it comes to the point of how much bowel can you keep cutting out?
Each day is different - some days it's 3 steps forward and 2 steps back - my immune system is at rock bottom with the high end ( and very expensive antibiotics they used) and I'm on a reducing steroid programme.
In hindsight, I've been lucky - I don't have cancer, he managed to shuffle things around and avoid a stoma, and for that alone I'm relieved.
It's going to be around the end of Feb and into March before I feel anything like my old self....and I have to teach my bowels how to behave properly, and embark on learning to live the rest of my life dealing with Crohn's.
I've probably said too much - sorry if I have
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- at times like this true friends come forward, and without Dave who has been there for me every second of the day and night, I wouldn't have got through this without him
Sanji x