It turns out that the doctor hasn’t quite got around to referring me for that scan yet. I know this because I spoke to a different doctor today, following my attack and… I’m going to need to backtrack, aren’t I?
Having enjoyed a few weeks of low/medium level attacks, I was hit with an absolute humdinger on Monday (3rd). We’d just been out to Yo Sushi for dinner, we were walking towards the car and I could feel it kicking off. Cue a Buscopan. Now that would normally settle it*. But not this time – the pain crescendoed all the way home until I was in such pain that I couldn’t walk. Alex managed to get me into the living room, and it took another half hour to get me on to the sofa. The pain was terrible, horrible, and in waves so you’d fool yourself into thinking you were through the worst of it then BAM – another wave, greater than before. Cocodamol didn’t touch it. It finally calmed down to a low level attack by around 9.30pm, and this continued through to the morning. In comparison to the main attack, this was far easier to deal with!
On to the following morning, the after effects were as before; my organs, having been thrown around, were swollen and easily upset. Movement, i.e. walking, is too jolty and causes more pain. The swelling puts pressure on my lungs so I become short of breath. Tuesday was for recovery. I did nothing, aside from eat Crunchy Nut Cornflakes (my go to ‘I’m ill’ food) and watch American Horror Story.
Wednesday and the symptoms are the same. I visited my local health centre. Our family doctor wasn’t there for whatever reason, so I saw a different doctor. He was very kind and prescribed me stronger painkillers should it happen again. He was also helpful to explain things that have happened between now and the last doctors visit;
- The gastroscopy I’d had was just for testing for Anaemia and Gluten Intolerance. Not really anything to do with the attacks.
- The scan/investigation/referral to the hospital gastro team which the consultant recommended after the denial of anaemia? That’s not happened.
- If I were his patient, he would refer me for surgery.
I was busy trying to be terribly polite and British and so didn’t really stop to ask questions so that he could keep to schedule and see the next patient. Yes, I know I’m an idiot. But once I arrived back home (after a half hour wait for my prescription – these tablets must be huge) I started thinking – why had my lovely doctor not referred me? Had she straight out forgotten or did she not feel it necessary to follow up on the recommendation, and if not, why not? Where are the results from my biopsy? Am I intolerant of something? Is this why a cup of tea gives me a tummy ache? And most importantly, let’s talk about that last point above.
Surgery. In some ways, I am really pleased that there is someone at the practice who recognises that these attacks are debilitating and that action needs to be taken to allow me to resume normal everyday life. On the other hand, I’m a bit concerned that a doctor who has never met me, just from my notes recommends a referral for surgery. What is it in my notes that makes him think that? What would the surgery be for? Looking around, putting something in, removing something…?
In the meantime, I am left to consider all the things that I should be doing but currently cannot. The weeding. The washing. The putting away. I’m going to get some chicken out of the chest freezer in the garage in a minute and I know that it’s going to hurt and I know that I’m going to be knackered after. Which is ridiculous, because I’m 35 and quite frankly my body really shouldn’t be giving me this much gyp. I was able to run my daughter’s bath yesterday but then had to have a sit down because I don’t have the strength to lift her in/out. I’m once again unable to go to work. This would be fine if I could do anything other than sit and surf the internet. I can learn my lines for panto, but right now I’m concerned I might not make it onto the stage**. You may have gathered – I’m not a good patient.
I plan on calling the medical centre to speak to my doctor tomorrow. I hope to get some decisive action out of her.
Aside from that, I’ve finished the cereal plus all the American Horror Story on Netflix and I am quite frankly bereft. If you have any keen ideas on how to fill my time, do let me know.