Poorly Poorly

I have been so poorly recently I have not been able to blog.  I have been feeing rough for months and in September I visited my Dr with a horrific headache and loss of strenth on one side.  It looked like I was having a stroke and the Dr called me an ambulance.  After many tests and an MRI they ruled out all sinister conditions and diagnosed me with a terrible Migraine.   After several days in hospital, then 4 more weeks at home with severe pain it eventually settled and I had my life back (although at a slower pace). 

I still felt drained and pushed on but began to have sharp pains in my tummy.  I put the pain down to taking anti inflammatory tablets for my head ache.  I have a history of stomach ulcers so I often get an upset tummy when I take them.  These pains persisted for a month and I was glugging the Gaviscon from the bottle.  However one day when I was sorting out some papers, I got a stitch in my tummy.  I thought it was odd as I had not been running and tried to ignore it through the afternoon.  By the next morning it was a painful stitch and I made an emergency appointment at the Drs.  She was very worried as the pain was over my liver and wanted to send me to hosital.  I did not want to go back into hospital again so she agreed to do blood tests as long as I came back 1st thing:  I never made it back.  By that evening I was in agony, I sat still all night and took loads of pain killers but when I tried to stand I collapsed with pain and my lovely husband called the ambulance for me. 

The next few days were a blur while they dosed me up and tried to find out what was wrong.  They ruled out pancritis (which I have had before) and lots of other nasties.  After 3 days of me screaming and no clue as to what was wrong with me they sent me for a CT Scan.  The diagnosis: Omental Infarct.  I had never heard of it, you have probably never heard of it - and to my surprise most of the Drs had never heard of it either.  In fact I am the first person in the hospital in Oxford to have ever had it.  Apparently it is extremely rare.  Whenever I they visited they seemed to ask me more questions than I asked to them.   Basically it means that part of the apron or bag of tissue that holds my intestines together had lost it's blood supply and died. Yep dead tissue inside me.  A boy did it hurt.  I had morphine via a pump and everything else they could throw at me and it was still excruciating.  The accute symptoms lasted 10 days, the last 5 of which I would keep nothing down including water.  I was poorly.

Now I have been home 3 weeks and I still have pain and feel exhausted.  Whilst progress has been slow there has been some progress.  They did a biopsy this week to see whether I have the bug H Pylori which caused stomach ulcers and reflux.  So I am awaiting those now.

Just as I had begun to feel a bit better and even managed to get out of the house, I have now been hit by a horrible flue bug.  I am sat in my bed with PJ's, dressing gown, 3 duvets and a hat and I am still freezing.  My whole body aches, My head is pounding and my throat feels like I have razor blades shoved down it.  I am struggling to swallow my own saliva.  My tummy is still sore too and I feel like death. 

I am frustrated, I am fed up, I am poorly and feel like I need a break now.  I have been questioning why some people are as fit as a fiddle, and others, like me, are in and out of hospital all the time?  It seems the distribution of illness is not fairly shared out.

I have felt low and sorry for myslef, but some days I am grateful that being ill has forced me to stop and appreciate the important things in life.  I am often too busy to stop and over the past few months I have been forced to stop and spend time with my children.  Whilst we have not been out together, I know that they have appreciated my being at home to talk to.

Whilst I can see some benefits I am totally ready to move onto to health now.  I am praying for a speedy recovery - especially as Christmas is only 10 days away.