6th June 2007
Woke up early again as the woman in bed sick seemed to be presenting symptoms of verbal diarrhoea and inability to consider the existence of others. If I weren’t practically chained to the bed by my IV I might have strangled her with it.
Felt sick quite badly, the pain was irritating me and I was nervous about the scan; I wasn’t in the best of moods. As with yesterday morning several different Dr’s came to see me, said their thing then disappeared, one came back several times saying he was concerned that I had been nil by mouth so long and would ensure the scan happened as soon as possible. He came back with his consultant at one point, which was an almost comical conversation.
The consultant discussed my symptoms with me and briefly mentioned my oophorectomy then said that we need to be very careful as I don’t want to loose this ovary so young. At that precise moment the other Dr twitched and I knew he must have known what happened last time and possibly been on Dr Preston’s team. I turned t the consultant and told him that I had already been told I didn’t have a left ovary once this year and thought I was menopausal but that I had thankfully located a radiology report to prove otherwise. He looked a bit confused to say the least; screwed his face up and turned to his colleague who pretty much cringed and said that they had been unable to locate it during the last scan or the surgery so had assumed it was absent.
I finally got some IV pain relief as I wasn’t able to drink anything through being nauseous, this went straight to my head and that light headed somewhat out of control feeling was back, I closed my eyes to stop the room was blurring in and out of focus and laid back to the pillow before it moved somewhere else on its own accord. They followed with an injection to the leg for anti sickness. This was promptly followed by a lot of vomiting. Excellent drug, very efficient.
My scan finally happened at 2:20pm, the Dr who performed the scan was a solar eclipse chaser (didn’t know they existed). If you are wondering how I know what he does in his spare time then that is fairly simply explained. The first thing he said to me was that I had had a very special 16th birthday. My first blurry thought was my 16th was years ago, has he got the right patient records. Then suddenly it all came into focus and I remembered my 16th and the eclipse.
The result of the ultrasound was given to me about half 5 that evening (3 days since I had eaten 3 days of sleep deprivation). There was no sign of a cyst, everything else renal or gynaecological looked normal. My urine sample had also been cultured and there was no sign of infection at all (so how the hell did blood and nitrates get in my sample???). Their conclusion was that the pain was being caused by adhesions- http://www.itmonline.org/arts/adhesions.htm although the information they gave me on them was pretty scant at best. There was no mention that they may develop and no one after the original operation had warned me that I had a 70% chance of developing them and not to be too concerned unless the pain became severe. Hell it would have given me a little more peace of mind and left me slightly less hysterical at the slightest twitches. So they told me I could now eat and they would observe me over night and if I was fine eating I would be discharged.
I didn’t know it at the time (or until I read the info on the above link) but adhesions can block the bowel and that’s why they needed to know I could eat.
Finally food. But all they had spare was 1 jacket potato and a slice of cake. Not what I would call dinner but I wasn’t exactly feeling fussy.
Felt sick quite badly, the pain was irritating me and I was nervous about the scan; I wasn’t in the best of moods. As with yesterday morning several different Dr’s came to see me, said their thing then disappeared, one came back several times saying he was concerned that I had been nil by mouth so long and would ensure the scan happened as soon as possible. He came back with his consultant at one point, which was an almost comical conversation.
The consultant discussed my symptoms with me and briefly mentioned my oophorectomy then said that we need to be very careful as I don’t want to loose this ovary so young. At that precise moment the other Dr twitched and I knew he must have known what happened last time and possibly been on Dr Preston’s team. I turned t the consultant and told him that I had already been told I didn’t have a left ovary once this year and thought I was menopausal but that I had thankfully located a radiology report to prove otherwise. He looked a bit confused to say the least; screwed his face up and turned to his colleague who pretty much cringed and said that they had been unable to locate it during the last scan or the surgery so had assumed it was absent.
I finally got some IV pain relief as I wasn’t able to drink anything through being nauseous, this went straight to my head and that light headed somewhat out of control feeling was back, I closed my eyes to stop the room was blurring in and out of focus and laid back to the pillow before it moved somewhere else on its own accord. They followed with an injection to the leg for anti sickness. This was promptly followed by a lot of vomiting. Excellent drug, very efficient.
My scan finally happened at 2:20pm, the Dr who performed the scan was a solar eclipse chaser (didn’t know they existed). If you are wondering how I know what he does in his spare time then that is fairly simply explained. The first thing he said to me was that I had had a very special 16th birthday. My first blurry thought was my 16th was years ago, has he got the right patient records. Then suddenly it all came into focus and I remembered my 16th and the eclipse.
The result of the ultrasound was given to me about half 5 that evening (3 days since I had eaten 3 days of sleep deprivation). There was no sign of a cyst, everything else renal or gynaecological looked normal. My urine sample had also been cultured and there was no sign of infection at all (so how the hell did blood and nitrates get in my sample???). Their conclusion was that the pain was being caused by adhesions- http://www.itmonline.org/arts/adhesions.htm although the information they gave me on them was pretty scant at best. There was no mention that they may develop and no one after the original operation had warned me that I had a 70% chance of developing them and not to be too concerned unless the pain became severe. Hell it would have given me a little more peace of mind and left me slightly less hysterical at the slightest twitches. So they told me I could now eat and they would observe me over night and if I was fine eating I would be discharged.
I didn’t know it at the time (or until I read the info on the above link) but adhesions can block the bowel and that’s why they needed to know I could eat.
Finally food. But all they had spare was 1 jacket potato and a slice of cake. Not what I would call dinner but I wasn’t exactly feeling fussy.
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