Spoke too soon...

Firstly I want to say that this is not going to be a moaning blogpost.

Nor a shout out for any sympathy.

Nope, it's just my usual blogpost, telling you my latest news, OK?

In my last blogpost 'When life gives you lemons', I told you guys about the car needing some expensive mending, and that I'd been bitten at my workplace (dementia patient, rare,, but it can happen) and that I'd been in bed for a couple of days feeling really poorly.

So.

I'm blogging today post-surgery.  Read on.

I felt worse, tried to see my GP (general practitioner) but the health centre had changed their rules and I ended up phoning 111, which is a 'non-emergency but pretty serious' phone line for medical advice. I spoke to a carer, who put me onto a nurse, who handed me onto a paramedic. He kept me on the line while he sent an ambulance to my address. 

In the ambulance they gave me gas&air for the pain, and put a line in my arm.

The pain in my upper back that had been getting worse since the bite (bite was on my arm) turned out to be an infection, and this had blocked off the entrance to my stomach. I needed emergency surgery.

I got to hospital around 5pm Monday.

By 8pm I'd had morphine, chest X-ray and seen a consultant, and I was taken to the surgical assessment unit.

Here I was given regular meds (liquid) and a senior doctor assessed me for surgery.

At 3pm on Tuesday I was in the operating theatre.

They removed the blockage/infection.

It's Saturday morning. I'm home, I'm sore but I can eat floppy foods and drink freely.

And apart from a bit of soreness I'm pain-free!! 

So next time somebody gives you lemons.......

yeah.