Hospitals and nearly 6 stone

Well where do I begin?

Im sorry for the lack of posts, but the last few weeks have been kind of mental

I was getting pains in my abdomen and didn't really know what to do, so I spoke to my Mum who advised me to call the on call surgeon at the hospital ( I thought this was over the top, but Mum talked me into it) 

So when I was getting worse pain the following Day I asked my Mum for the number.

I rang but it went to a voice mail message for a man called Raj!

A few minutes later he called back and I told him what was happening.

He asked me to come to the hospital with an overnight bag JUST IN CASE I had to stay over night.

So off I went with Ruby and my Mum to Charing Cross A & E.

I got there and after around 30 minutes I went through to the A & E ward.

I had and X-ray and waited for Raj.

Mum decided it best to take Ruby away as a Nurse was giving evils (later on she basically said Ruby had to go)

After a few hours they inserted a drip and transferred me into the short stay A & E ward.

After a few more hours Raj came down and basically said they where considering operating on me either later that day or in the morning in case it was a hernia or twisted bowl! (There is me thinking its wind lol)

So I waited and was then told I would have an OP in the morning.

I was then moved to another Short stay Ward.

I got to my ward and the staff nurses where lovely made me feel really welcome.

The next morning I was told I wouldn't have an op that day instead I would have a CT scan.

I had the scan later that day but they couldn't find anything wrong, so they said I would have the camera down my throat on Monday so I would be nil by mouth and we would go from there.

The camera was an awful experience she would sedate me to much and I was aware of everything happening to me, all I can say is I hope I Dont have to do that again.

When Raj can to see me he told me it was not an ulcer and that they would operate on me on the Tuesday and put a camera in to have a look around.

I know its silly but I was kind of excited as I love the sensation fof being put out.

So Tuesday around 1.45pm they came for me, I said bye to my girls in my room and that I would be back soon.

Fast Forward a few hours when I came round. All I can say is OUCH The pain was like nothing I have ever encountered, child birth, the Gastric Bypass not a thing.

I was begging for Morphine ( I never have it it normally makes me sick)

The worst thing was I wasn't expecting to wake up in any pain!

I held my nurses hand and cried like a bitch lol

It was horrendous getting off the plastic hammock thing as I had to move on each side and ask for my drugs lol

I couldn't wait to get back to my ward to let people know I was ok, I called Adam and my mum and then asked to go for a wee. I tried to stand up but it was to painful. I was hysterical and called my mum who then came to the hospital.

A few hours later and I was feeling better and able to go for a wee, but I didnt find out until the next day that they had removed 9-10 cm of my bowl away and sewed up a few holes caused by my weight loss to stop getting any hernias in the future. 

I was home the day after the op but needed looking after for nearly 2 weeks.

Nearly 3 weeks later and I am only now starting to feel a little better.

on The plus side I weighed myself last Friday and I am 1ib shy of losing 6 stone woooooo