I’m writing this after coming home from a visit to hospital after a particularly nasty Colitis flare up – I feel so much better now and have enough meds to knock out an elephant so I finally feel I can cope, after weeks of just about keeping a handle on things. Hopefully things will continue to improve. I was bored in hospital last night and wrote this, so the situation is very different now really. Everything is back to ‘normal’ now and I just need to take things a bit easier for a while – which suits me fine!
Greetings from the infirmary!
I’ve been very naughty and have smuggled my Netbook and iPhone into the hospital so I can blog a little and keep in touch with people. If I stop typing suddenly, it’s because a nurse has come into my room and I’ve buried the puter under my bedcovers or it’s been confiscated.
Why am I blogging from hospital you may wonder? Well, it’s not a very fun topic really, but my Proctitis / Colitis has flared up and they suspect it has begun working its merry way further up my colon, which is nice. I coped for a while, and then the pain got too much so NHSDirect (bless ’em!) packed me off to hospital this morning. I’m on intravenious steroids now so I’m hopefully going to be on the mend very soon. In addition to the steroids I’m on lorry loads of painkillers so woo hoo for Buscopan and Paracetamol, my new best friends.
I’ll be honest and say after weeks of gritting my teeth and bearing horrid symptoms, it’s downright great to throw my hands in the air and say ‘Enough! Take me into hospital, pump me full of drugs and for f*cks sake look after me!’ I am very relieved to be somewhere I can just lie in bed and not do anything to trigger tummy pains, no more painful school runs for a while at least. On average I walk for a minimum of an hour a day, if not more so they have been quite a serious issue recently. Anyway thank the god of painkillers for the NHS, they’ve been wonderful.
It’s not a big deal or anything, and I do expect to be better quite soon hopefully. I’ve got Cybermummy next weekend so if I’m not better, expect to see me clambering on a National Express coach in a hospital gown, lugging an intravenious drip, probably swearing as I get tangled in the wires. (actually in reality the drip is a lot tidier than that, they’ve just put a plug thing in my arm)
Sausage and Darlek have been fairly unphased by mummy’s disappearance, I kissed them goodbye about 6 hours ago now and left them in the capable hands of my very hassled husband. I feel awful, Horace is due to go on a coast to coast cycling trip this weekend. He’s bought all the proper cycling kit and has been ‘cycling’ whilst watching the TV on a rack thing in our living roomn for practise for weeks now. (It’s really annoying, I can’t hear the telly for the whoosing noise of the pedals and the wheels). Even if I get out of here in a couple of days I don’t fancy looking after our wonderful, but hyperactive kids on my own for four days, so I reckon Horace is going to be disappointed one way or another. It’s not as if I did this on purpose though is it. Guilt is a silly thing.
I do miss the kids, in my mind I’ve wandered into their rooms, tucked their duvets and blankets around them, arranged teddy bears and have kissed them good night. It’s not as if they know that, but it makes me feel better. I must remember not to get upset, it gives me tummy ache. In fact any sudden emotion seems to bring on an upset tummy which is odd. I’ve never really noticed this before. I suppose it’s like an extension of that feeling you get when something good happens and your tummy / heart jumps, or when you feel sad and your tummy / heart sinks. That sounds a bit mad doesn’t it. Well it feels like that anyway. What do know is that I’m not watching any comedies this evening, if I laugh lots I think I’d be out there begging the nurses for paracetamol again.
So there you have it, I’m afraid there’ll be no ThankVlogItsFriday. You may actually be relieved. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to upload this either, but I do hope to get back on track with this blog as soon as I can. With feeling ill etc, I’ve been a bit off the ball recently so apologies to anyone waiting for reviews from me. My enthusiasm and I will return with a vengeance shortly, I promise.
Many thanks for the get well wishes so many of you have sent. It’s really not that bad though, I get to lie in bed all day, have my meals delivered, free drugs, what more could a girl ask for? Maybe a new colon I suppose….