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CraftyCath
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I'm back fro the hospital.
Last night I went to pieces for a while. I took the first drink and the :poop:'s started but when I tried to drink the second one it made me violently sick. I ended up sitting on the loo with a bucket in my hands with stuff coming from both ends!
I was burning up inside and just couldn't keep the yucky stuff down.
I sat on my bed hugging my Lambsy and sobbed my heart out while my H held me. It did me good and I went to sleep for a while. The patient information leaflet said the :poop:'s would stop at 11pm - they were wrong! I had it through the night, when I got up at 6:30 am and even just before I went in for the procedure.
The hospital staff were lovely and knew about my PTSD and some of the new my H as he is an ambulance man and often takes patients to endoscopy.
I was telling the nurse who booked me in about my PTSD and my difficulties with hospitals and she told me she had been on a ward that had 20 patients and only 3 staff to look after them. She couldn't get round them all to give them their proper care. She got very ill with stress and had to take 3 months off and then transferred to endoscopy as it is less stressful. She still has nightmares. we enjoyed a discussion about aromatherapy as I had took numerous oils in with me.
I was in at 8am but didn't go to the procedure until 10:15. When they booked me in the nurse said she would prefer that my H stay in the waiting room but I explained that I had been given previous permission and the Sister in charge said it was OK so long as they put me in the corner and kept the curtains closed as I was in the woman's unit and they wanted the other women to have privacy. Of course that was OK and I was glad for the curtains as all the other women were elderly.
I felt nervous but relaxed and the nurse who came to get my for the procedure was a real sweetie. She was with me throughout the whole procedure and kept me calm. She gave me a nasal cannula with some nice oxygen that took away the anxiety of not being able to breath.
I held on to a crystal that KP had sent me (thank you sweetie) and just kept thinking of her and her humour and all the rest of you guys and friends and family from home.
The doctor gave me an injection of a muscle relaxant and pethidine, sprayed the back of my throat with something that tasted of rotten bananas, put a mouth guard in and then topped up my drugs. I saw him bring the camera towards me but then I remember nothing. I did cry out in pain a couple of times (probably when they pumped more air up my but or did the biopsies). My nice nurse calmed me down and just told me to relax and breath. That was all I can remember until I heard my nurse saying she was taking me to recovery.
I must have slept for quite a while because when I woke up my H was there and I was still on oxygen and being monitored. My Lambsy was tucked in beside me and my H said the nurse had done it. :) When I was a bit more awake the nurse took the oxygen off and told me that they were still monitoring me because my blood pressure had dropped very low and they were waiting for it to come back up. It was about 60/30 or similar but very low - they elevated the bed.
Then they gave me a nice cup of tea and loads of biscuits and I then drank 2 cups of water - I was so dehydrated.
The results were clear for the bowel but they took so biopsy's anyway and my stomach and duodenum were OK (they took more biopsy's). It did show that I have a hernia in the oesophagus just above my stomach which is causing some obstruction and reflux.
I won't know how bad that is or the results of the biopsy's until I see the consultant in November. They still don't know what is causing the anaemia.
So I'm home, relieved and ready to go for a lie down until the drugs wear off. H and favourite eldest have gone to do the shopping for me. (my H has been a real tower of strength) I have had a nice sandwich so I can drift off to the land of nod.:sleep:
Thank you all so much for being with me it has made a real difference knowing I was supported by such lovely people.
Love to all,
CC
Last night I went to pieces for a while. I took the first drink and the :poop:'s started but when I tried to drink the second one it made me violently sick. I ended up sitting on the loo with a bucket in my hands with stuff coming from both ends!
I was burning up inside and just couldn't keep the yucky stuff down.
I sat on my bed hugging my Lambsy and sobbed my heart out while my H held me. It did me good and I went to sleep for a while. The patient information leaflet said the :poop:'s would stop at 11pm - they were wrong! I had it through the night, when I got up at 6:30 am and even just before I went in for the procedure.
The hospital staff were lovely and knew about my PTSD and some of the new my H as he is an ambulance man and often takes patients to endoscopy.
I was telling the nurse who booked me in about my PTSD and my difficulties with hospitals and she told me she had been on a ward that had 20 patients and only 3 staff to look after them. She couldn't get round them all to give them their proper care. She got very ill with stress and had to take 3 months off and then transferred to endoscopy as it is less stressful. She still has nightmares. we enjoyed a discussion about aromatherapy as I had took numerous oils in with me.
I was in at 8am but didn't go to the procedure until 10:15. When they booked me in the nurse said she would prefer that my H stay in the waiting room but I explained that I had been given previous permission and the Sister in charge said it was OK so long as they put me in the corner and kept the curtains closed as I was in the woman's unit and they wanted the other women to have privacy. Of course that was OK and I was glad for the curtains as all the other women were elderly.
I felt nervous but relaxed and the nurse who came to get my for the procedure was a real sweetie. She was with me throughout the whole procedure and kept me calm. She gave me a nasal cannula with some nice oxygen that took away the anxiety of not being able to breath.
I held on to a crystal that KP had sent me (thank you sweetie) and just kept thinking of her and her humour and all the rest of you guys and friends and family from home.
The doctor gave me an injection of a muscle relaxant and pethidine, sprayed the back of my throat with something that tasted of rotten bananas, put a mouth guard in and then topped up my drugs. I saw him bring the camera towards me but then I remember nothing. I did cry out in pain a couple of times (probably when they pumped more air up my but or did the biopsies). My nice nurse calmed me down and just told me to relax and breath. That was all I can remember until I heard my nurse saying she was taking me to recovery.
I must have slept for quite a while because when I woke up my H was there and I was still on oxygen and being monitored. My Lambsy was tucked in beside me and my H said the nurse had done it. :) When I was a bit more awake the nurse took the oxygen off and told me that they were still monitoring me because my blood pressure had dropped very low and they were waiting for it to come back up. It was about 60/30 or similar but very low - they elevated the bed.
Then they gave me a nice cup of tea and loads of biscuits and I then drank 2 cups of water - I was so dehydrated.
The results were clear for the bowel but they took so biopsy's anyway and my stomach and duodenum were OK (they took more biopsy's). It did show that I have a hernia in the oesophagus just above my stomach which is causing some obstruction and reflux.
I won't know how bad that is or the results of the biopsy's until I see the consultant in November. They still don't know what is causing the anaemia.
So I'm home, relieved and ready to go for a lie down until the drugs wear off. H and favourite eldest have gone to do the shopping for me. (my H has been a real tower of strength) I have had a nice sandwich so I can drift off to the land of nod.:sleep:
Thank you all so much for being with me it has made a real difference knowing I was supported by such lovely people.
Love to all,
CC
