Shenanigans & Contemplation

Shenanigans & Contemplation

Hey everyone,

I’ve got to apologise once again, for being missing in action for so long!! Everytime I’ve thought “I’ll get a blog post up tonight”, something has cropped up, or I’ve fallen asleep, or other such things have occurred. Its frustrating, but that’s life I suppose!!

So, a bit of a catch up is once again due!

I should really read my last post before posting new ones, but I never do 🤦‍♀️ so I also apologise if I repeat myself!

If I remember rightly, the last post was shortly after I was really unwell and taken to hospital by ambulance. It took a fair while to recover from that, which was pretty frustrating. But thankfully, I’m pretty much back to normal; well normal for me anyway!

I’ve since seen the neurology consultant, who said he feels that it was a one off, and not as a result of anything sinister going on in my brain, or epilepsy. Which is a relief. He did send me for a CT brain scan, which I had yesterday, just to make sure all is good in there. He said he would write to me with the results, and what, if any, further action needs to happen. If the scan is fine, then I’ve no need to go back to see him. I also had my full body bone scan yesterday. It was a seriously long day at the hospital. I arrived at around 10.30am, and didn’t leave until about 6pm. Getting home at just before 7pm! The bone scan was what took the longest, as it involved having an injection at 12pm (although my appointment time was 11.15!) And then waiting until 3.30pm for the scan. To allow the radioactive stuff to get into my bones. So boring on my own! Had lunch at Costa, and then wandered about for what felt like forever. Sat in the outpatients garden for a bit too, and read a book. Finally got to 3pm and I headed back up to the nuclear medicine department for the scan. The scan took about 30 minutes, which wasn’t so bad. I left that department around 4pm. Then had to pass the time once again, until 5.45pm for the CT scan! Which thankfully, I was seen 5 minutes early and was out and on the bus by 6pm! Longest. Day. Ever. I was utterly exhausted by the time I got home, and still feel pretty drained today! But glad they’re both done! Now the waiting for the results…. ugh.

Can’t recall if I mentioned having the Mirena Coil put in, in my last post. But I finally gave in and went through with it. Seriously painful procedure (for me anyway, some women don’t feel a thing!). Made me feel quite unwell for a day or 2, and very bad cramps on and off too. But once it had settled, it’s not been too bad. Hopefully it’ll be a positive thing and make life with Endometriosis a bit easier! Am back to see the gynae consultant in May, so we shall see what’s going to happen next, if anything.

2nd of April, I’m having an MRIS on my joints. Not much looking forward to that. The MRI machine is so loud and claustrophobic, so I struggle with that. But hopefully it’ll be okay. That’s the 2nd test that the rheumatology consultant requested. First being the bone scan. Not seeing him until August though, unless the results require me to go sooner. Yet again, another waiting game!

I’ve got an appointment with my GP tomorrow to check in and update her on what’s been going on. Then next week, I’ve got dentist for a filling to be drilled out and redone. I just need a break from treatments, tests, scans, doctors, hospitals….everything! I’m so tired and done with it all now. Feel like I’m falling apart piece by piece! At the age of 34…. oh the joys!

Anyways, I’m gonna go chill out now for a bit before heading off to bed. I’ll be back fairly soon, as I’m guest writing for education.com again! Was asked a few weeks back if I’d like to write for them again, and of course said yes! But with one thing and another, I’m yet to actually do the post! 🤦‍♀️ it’s on my to-do list for this weekend! Hopefully!!

Thanks for reading, hope you’re all having a good week!! X

Chaos & cuss words.

Chaos & cuss words.

Hey everyone,

Sincerest apologies for not writing for a while; have had, what can only be described, as a hellish week last week. All starting on the Sunday (24th February). Grab a cuppa, this may be a long one!

****TRIGGER WARNING**** (vomiting, hospital)

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So, had a pretty chilled day that Sunday, took J for a run around at the park, and I actually put make up on for the first time in a long while! Came home, and hadn’t got much in that was quick for dinner, so decided to order a takeaway. Honestly wish we hadn’t. But, we did, we ate, it was good. Then, about half an hour to an hour after eating, I started to feel queasy. Thinking not much of it, as I was due my monthly, and normally get some degree of nausea in the lead up to it. Got on with things, as I always do, got little miss to bed etc and relaxed with hubby. I was getting more and more nauseous by the minute though, and anxiety started to kick in, knowing something wasn’t right and the likelihood of being physically unwell was high. Around midnight, the feeling intensified, and I knew I was going to be sick. Made a dash for the kitchen sink, as wasn’t going to make it upstairs quick enough. Was violently sick. Dizzy, sweaty, shaky and generally feeling totally rough (as you do when you’re sick!). Hoping it was only going to be the once, had some water and splashed my face with cool water, disinfected the sink and went and sat back in the lounge to recover.

1am rolls round, we hadn’t yet gone up to bed, and I feel sick again. Worse than before. Get to the kitchen, getting more and more dizzy by the second, barely being able to see where the sink was. I remember reaching the sink, leaning up against it as everything had gone black and fuzzy, so I was just hoping I would vomit into the sink…. then, bang.

Next thing I know, I’m sat on the kitchen floor, covered in vomit, sitting in vomit and potentially pee, with my husband on the phone and holding me upright. I hadn’t a clue who I was, where I was or what had happened. The only thing I knew for sure, was that I was in a lot of pain and really not well at all. My husband was on the phone to 999. Paramedics arrived shortly after I come round, and checked me over, ecg, BP, temperature etc. They said I needed to be taken to hospital for further tests and observation. It turns out, I’d collapsed and had a seizure. The first ever in my life. My husband had heard the bang, and came to the kitchen, to find me on the floor. He grabbed the phone and called straight away, and whilst he was doing so, I started convulsing, and my hands went into like claw shapes, really rigid. I remember when I came round, that my hands were still pretty rigid and I couldn’t open them. He also had to pull me forwards, as my head went back as I was vomiting, and I started choking.

It was quite honestly the most terrifying experience of my life. I actually thought I was going to die. I was in hospital by around 2.30am, booked in by the paramedics, and had another ecg. Then had to sit in the main waiting area, to be seen. A young boy came in with his dad, complaining of stomach pains. Then was promptly sick everywhere. Not helpful for me at all (obviously I know it wasn’t intentional, poor boy, I really felt for him). A few minutes later, that rising feeling came back in my stomach, and I called to the nurse for a bowl. She only just managed to get it to me in time, and I was really sick again. She made a call and grabbed a wheelchair, and whisked me to the majors unit, into a side room. Which was much better for me, and the other patients.

I was settled in to the bed by a male nurse, and he told me that another nurse would come and put a cannula in, and take some bloods. After that, he came back and gave me some anti sickness meds. Which was a welcome relief. I was seen by a couple of doctors, then put on IV fluids for an hour or so. Once the bloods had come back, they weren’t flagging anything of major concern, and I’d not had another seizure or vomited, so at around 5.30am, I was discharged. Under strict instructions to rest, drink plenty of fluids, not to drive (I don’t anyway), and to avoid hot baths or showers. Also, they’d made an urgent referral for me to be seen at the seizure clinic.

I walked out of A&E, still feeling pretty dazed and confused, and then had to work out how to get home. As obviously hubby had stayed home with J, and I couldn’t ask him to come get me and wake her. So, checked bus times, over an hours weight for the first bus of the day. So called for a taxi instead. £13.30 !! For a 20 minute journey. Its mental. But, I was just happy to be home. Then had to call hubby to let me in, as all I’d got with me was my phone. Hadn’t taken any keys or a fob. Took 5 calls, but eventually raised him and he let me in, and I literally went straight upstairs, into pjs, and into bed. Utterly drained and exhausted.

It’s been a rough week recovering, still not 100%, but a lot better than I was. They don’t know what caused the seizure, as I’m not (as far as I know) epileptic. There’s a few possibilities, such as a spike in temperature or a sudden drop in blood pressure. As I had a high temp and low BP when the paramedics arrived. I’ll hopefully know more once I’ve been to the seizure clinic on the 11th.

Phew. Told you it was a long one! If you’ve read this far, thank you! I’ll update as and when I know what’s happening with that side of things, and obviously anything else that seems blog-worthy!

Hope you’re all good and have a great week! 🖤

Oh, and I’ve sworn to never have a takeaway ever again! 😂

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