Where have the last 10 days gone?
Firstly I wonder if you have missed me at all! I suspect maybe some have noticed the Christmas countdown calendar has not changed but I am sure you will forgive me with my upcoming tale of woe and for those of you who couldn’t care less you don’t need to read on but you just may as curiosity killed the cat afterall.[grin]
Well I sit here typing this from “my bed” as I get ready for my 8th day in Hospital (albeit a German private hospital but a hospital all the same).
It all started the night I returned back to Germany from the UK shopping trip10 days ago and a meal in the new Giraffe restaurant at Manchester airport. Whilst on the plane I had a h*llishly bad pain in my chest and stomach/abdomen on my lefthand side and those of you that know me well enough you will know that this is not an uncommon occurrence for me but I normally (foolishly) just soldier on although this time it was a lot more painful I have to admit.
Well by the Sunday night ( 3 days later) and no sleep since I got home on the Thursday evening and in a lot of h*llish pain Mr. CDV forced me down to A&E where I was given the once over by the duty doctor and sent for some chest x-rays. Long story cut short she diagnosed indigestion…. (Hello who goes to A&E with INDIGESTION) or she said it could be a trapped nerve. Having had both on numerous occasions throughout the years I knew it was neither but she gave me an ulcer type medicine and sent me packing and I was none too happy I can tell you!
I got home still in agony and took the medicine and was chucking it back up before I knew it. I had another h*llishly restless night with no sleep and by this stage was like a zombie. So first thing Monday morning Mr. CDV took me straights back to my GP as I could hardly dress myself never mind drive. The Dr. took one look at me and told me I had to go straight back to A&E after he had examined me. He was brilliant and gave me a letter for the surgeon explaining what he thought it was.
So off we trotted back to A&E again and by this stage I was bent double in agony, whimpering with any dignity left out of the window! Booked in at A&E and then I waited while the Chief Surgeon came down to examine me. It was a long morning and, I had blood test after blood test, more x-rays, an ultra sound and ECG. Well of course I was frantic at this stage as the Chiefart (Chief Surgeon) had ruled out what my GP had suspected it was. So I was admitted there and then with all sorts of needles and wires hanging out.
Poor Mr. CDV had to go back to the house and get all my bits as I only had a small overnighter with me from the night before when I had first gone to A&E. I was trying to tell him where everything was. We were both worried but I was trying to put on a brave face and they told me to rest and they had more tests scheduled for later, so I was doped up and stabbed with goodness knows what injections and trundled off to my room and left to “rest”. Later that afternoon I was then told I was scheduled for a CT scan the next morning, so was none the wiser and spent a restless night in hospital.
The Next morning two surgeons came to see me and told me that before I had my CT scan I had to have another ultrasound so off I trundled with them. And at last after 2 days they found one of the issues, my gallbladder was so inflamed it basically had to come out as it was so inflammed there were possibly of stones and they could be blocking my insides.
Well I know this is a relatively common and straight forward surgery but at the time, having never been in hospital for an operation or under the knife with a general anesthetic I was frantic and got hold of Mr. CDV from an inspection he was leading about 30 miles away and got him back to the hospital as I was in a state as they said they wanted to operate “Now”. PANIC…………….
Surgery was the only option, I was told it was not a case of waiting till after the Florida trip due the following week, so I was devastated about that as well as my parents arriving 2 days later that week to s
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