This has been a week I won’t forget in a hurry. It’s the week where I felt the most agonising pain I’ve ever felt in my life.
I don’t think it was the most fearful I’ve ever felt, however, that award goes to the time I had a pulmonary embolism and had to spend 10 days in the hospital.
I’ll admit, I truly did think I was going to die that time, but a good thing came from it; I’ve not had a cigarette since the day I was rushed in :o)
This time my trip to A&E was on Monday night, a night which we expected to be quite quiet at A&E. Turns out Monday nights are usually the busiest time for them, which of course was just my luck!
Advice from 111
It was around 6.30 pm, just after I’d finished dinner when I started to get a pain in the area of my hernia. I’d had pain in the area a few times and I usually just have to lie down and it goes away.
I had my feet up and was half lying on the sofa, but the pain got worse, not better, so I decided to go and lie on the bed so I could lie flat.
After about 20 minutes, the pain had started to get really bad, not better. I made way downstairs to tell Ant that I thought we should go to the hospital because I feared I had a strangulated hernia, (I’d been scaring myself by Googling the symptoms!).
Ant phoned 111 and to cut the story short, they advised that I went to A&E so we did.
It was totally packed and after getting booked in I was told to take a seat.
We managed to find 1 free seat and poor Ant spent the majority of our time in A&E standing up. This wouldn’t have been so bad if we hadn’t had to wait there for around 6 hours, but we did and it was absolutely awful.
Too Much Walking & No Cannula
During the 6 hours waiting, I was seen by a triage nurse, another nurse took some blood, but didn’t want to try putting a cannula in because she had trouble finding a vein for the blood.
I also had very high blood pressure which wasn’t normal for me.
Another nurse came and gave me some oral morphine after a few hours and Ant asking at the desk if there was anything they could do.
The pain was getting worse and I was about out of energy.
The oral morphine didn’t work and after another hour or so they gave me another dose and said I’d be going for a scan shortly.
Not long after, they called me for my scan and I had to walk, very slowly and bent over because it felt like my insides were going to drop out, down a very long corridor.
When I got to the end the nurse asked where my cannula was.
I didn’t have one and I just wanted to cry when she said I’d have to go back down the very long corridor and wait in A&E again until I got a cannula. Come to think of it, I think I did cry at one point!
I made my way back to A&E and thankfully didn’t have to wait long before a lovely doctor came and a put a cannula in with no problems at all!
Finally, Pain Relief
I was taken to a bed and felt myself relax just a little because all the pressure was taken off my stomach.
Another nurse came and injected me with some magic! I’ve had morphine injected before, but it was when I was having an emergency c-section and I was out of it for most of the time so I didn’t really feel the effects.
I totally felt the effects this time and I can only describe it as magic!
After the first injection, she asked how the pain was and I told her that it was the best it had been all night. She gave me another and asked again, I said the pain was gone, I could just feel a bit of tenderness. She gave me another and my whole body relaxed. I felt totally normal again and had to fight to stay awake.
The pain for all those hours had totally taken it out of me, I had no energy at all.
I didn’t have to wait long for my scan and when it was done, they said they didn’t think it was my hernia at all, they said I have huge gallstones. They did say that I’d have to wait for the doctor, though, for a proper diagnosis.
I was taken to the ward after the scan and booked in by a really lovely nurse.
A doctor came to see me a while later and said it was my hernia causing the trouble. Some of my bowel had been trapped, but it seemed to have all gone back to normal.
Ant left me on the ward just after 6 am. I managed to get about half an hours sleep before the ward lights were switched on at 7 am!
I can’t remember ever being so tired.
Another doctor came and examined me. He confirmed everything had gone back in place because I would have been in terrible pain when he touched me if it hadn’t.
He said I’d need to wait to see the consultant to see if he would want to repair it anyway or whether he would be happy for me to leave and lose more weight before having the operation.
The consultant said he was happy for me to go home and I said I was happy to be going!
I was tired and falling asleep for the rest of the day on Tuesday, but I expected to be back to normal the next day after a full nights sleep.
I was wrong, I was nowhere near normal, I still felt totally drained of all energy and it’s taken me the best part of the week to start feeling normal again.
The super wonderful husband has been even more super and even more wonderful this week! I don’t know what I’d do without him and I hope I never have to find out.