
Red
Warlock
- Apr 10, 2019
- 744
Post op, I think I somehow did myself a mischief during the week and have been physically struggling for days.
On Tuesday, my GP advised me to go to A&E for fear of internal bleeding… I wasn't sure I should go so didn't. I've felt a helluva lot worse and been turned away - who's to say I wouldn't face the same treatment this time?
Yesterday I woke in severe pain. It hurt to pee, hurt more to do anything (gas, defecation) with the back end. Sharp pains in abdomen. Dosed up and assured my husband that I was okay, that I just needed rest; slept most of the day.
Woke this morning in worse pain, the worst yet. Husband wanted to take me to the hospital but I didn't want to - it's Xmas! Best case scenario I'll be there for a good reason but will be there all day waiting and then getting treatment, ruining not only my Xmas but the Xmas of my family too. Worst case, I'll be there all day waiting only to be dismissed and treated horribly like other times I've been in.
So dosed self up with huge amounts of painkillers and, because Xmas, alcohol too. My inebriated mind has started to wonder if I'm deliberately avoiding the hospital in the hopes that something happens to take the choice of living out of my hands; an overdose, or whatever this is wiping me out.
Feeling quite pragmatic about the whole thing. Made a deal with my husband that if I wake up in the same amount of pain tomorrow that we'll go to the hospital but secretly wonder if I'll just shrug it off again instead.
Guess we'll have to see. Mornings are currently absolute agony so may finally cave in to go. Just wanted to vent it somewhere other than my own head.
On Tuesday, my GP advised me to go to A&E for fear of internal bleeding… I wasn't sure I should go so didn't. I've felt a helluva lot worse and been turned away - who's to say I wouldn't face the same treatment this time?
Yesterday I woke in severe pain. It hurt to pee, hurt more to do anything (gas, defecation) with the back end. Sharp pains in abdomen. Dosed up and assured my husband that I was okay, that I just needed rest; slept most of the day.
Woke this morning in worse pain, the worst yet. Husband wanted to take me to the hospital but I didn't want to - it's Xmas! Best case scenario I'll be there for a good reason but will be there all day waiting and then getting treatment, ruining not only my Xmas but the Xmas of my family too. Worst case, I'll be there all day waiting only to be dismissed and treated horribly like other times I've been in.
So dosed self up with huge amounts of painkillers and, because Xmas, alcohol too. My inebriated mind has started to wonder if I'm deliberately avoiding the hospital in the hopes that something happens to take the choice of living out of my hands; an overdose, or whatever this is wiping me out.
Feeling quite pragmatic about the whole thing. Made a deal with my husband that if I wake up in the same amount of pain tomorrow that we'll go to the hospital but secretly wonder if I'll just shrug it off again instead.
Guess we'll have to see. Mornings are currently absolute agony so may finally cave in to go. Just wanted to vent it somewhere other than my own head.