Hi all, it has been a while now since I last posted, and a lot has happened over that period. Just over three weeks ago I booked myself into the Joseph Weld Hospice in Dorchester to help sort out my pain relief, trying to get the pain maintained so that I could try to live as much of a normal life as possible.
It was working well and my pain was being maintained well, little did I know what was going to happen next though!! I checked in to the hospice on the Saturday, on the following Tuesday evening I started getting quite bad pain in my stomach. I was taken to the local hospital on the Wednesday afternoon to be checked out. After being checked over everything was found to be alright and I went back to the hospice, I had a nice tea and I slept quite well. The following day, the Thursday, was a good day, I had been found to be anaemic so I was transfused 2 units of blood, I slept for most of the day. Sam came to see me on the Thursday evening, and after tea, I had really bad pains in my stomach again, I was given intra muscular morphine and buscopan to see if it would help. It made me sleep most of the evening, I woke up needing to go to the loo, when I went my motion was red, it seemed that I was bleeding. The hospice called in the doctor, and he came to speak to me, when he arrived I was feeling very sick and I threw up, again it was red, more indication of bleeding, I wasn’t that worried, but the Doctor spoke to me and he said that I should go into hospital ASAP, he seemed very concerned and it was obvious that he wanted me to go so I did, this was made obvious when he said he had requested a blue light ambulance.
This was supposed to be an emergency, however, it took over two hours to arrive!!!!!! When it did arrive I went straight to A&E, the duty doctor there knew a lot about me, thankfully, as I didn’t have to try to explain everything again!! Everything seemed to be OK so I was given painkillers, had a chest Xray and was then transferred to a ward.
This is where everything happened!!!! After being there for about half an hour I started getting pains across my back and going straight into my shoulders mainly the right shoulder I think, at this point the pain was so bad that I can’t really remember that much. I know that the A&E doctor came up and he gave me as much morphine as he could, this didn’t seem to work. I think from this point on I was getting so much painkiller that I can’t remember anything. The Friday I can’t remember anything at all, but I have been told that it was touch and go, I had a massive internal bleed, and the interventional radiologist at Dorset County Hospital (DCH) had been called in as I had a hole in my hepatic artery. It will take too long to go in to but I had lost 5 pints of blood into my body cavity, I only have 8!!!! No wonder Sam and Laura said I looked grey!!!
I had a procedure on the Friday afternoon where the interventional radiologist embolised the hepatic artery to stop the bleeding, apparently the procedure was a difficult one but he did an amazing job on the holes in the artery. Whilst he was repairing the artery he looked at another vessel and tested it, this one shattered too, good job he looked at it! He embolised this one as well!!
I came round sometime on the Friday night and I was moved to the palliative care ward, my sister stayed with me on the Friday night as Sam had been awake for about 42 hours and Laura about 30 hours, they came back in to the hospital as soon as they could on the Saturday. I was very weak and I had a fluid drip up and I was getting regular IV antibiotics, food was the last thing on my mind and I didn’t really feel thirsty but I needed to do both of these.
Over the weekend I just tried my hardest to eat and drink and by the time Monday morning came I was feeling a lot better. I had a stream of doctors in that treated me on the Thursday night and Friday, most of whom I didn’t recognise!!! Dr Tippett came in, the consultant interventional radiologist, he explained what he had done, as he was leaving I said thank you for everything, his response was “It wasn’t me it was you, if you hadn’t been so stubborn we would have lost you” This seemed to be the response from all the doctors that day, basically that I was a stubborn bugger and that is what had got me through it all!!!!
Anyway, I have been staying at Sam’s since coming out 2 weeks ago and I am feeling much better, some problems with pain but I am getting there. I do find it very strange that on one Friday I was facing death, but the following Friday I was being released from hospital!!!!! I am still very weak and have to use a Wheel Chair a lot but I am getting better, I am getting great care from the hospice and my temporary GP so I hope to be home soon looking after myself.