On the 1st February 2016 I made an urgent doctors appointment. My stomach pain had been getting quickly worse, no longer just nausea but now a gnawing pain that started often after eating and felt like it was burrowing through my torso. The way I described it to the doctor was that it felt like I had been winded – kicked incredibly hard to the stomach (particularly at the point where ribs meet in the middle). The area felt swollen up (but didn’t look it) – like it was going to pop. No position was comfortable.
I had previously been given codeine which I was taking regularly. I had had to leave work on a few occasions crying with pain and driven home by my colleagues as it hurt too much to drive.
On this doctors appointment, the doctor helpfully poked and pressed me where it hurt the most, (me crying and said, ‘I think it’s gall stones, don’t you?’
I looked at her blankly. I have no f&*ยฃing idea. You are the doctor. (I didn’t say that. I was not in a good mood though). She prescribed antibiotics and told me to come back the next morning for blood tests.
I didn’t make it back for the blood tests – the pain was so bad all night and I was so scared by the next morning as my stomach felt ready to burst out of my skin, that I called an ambulance at about 6am.
The fantastic paramedics gave me gas and air to get me down the stairs and into the ambulance. At A&E I was given morphine for the pain which really knocked me sideways – never had that before and it was quite an interesting experience!
Then I was given an X-Ray, lots of blood was taken and I was transferred to a ward.
I stayed on the ward for 5 days, given codeine and paracetamol regularly (approx 4 times a day). I was not having anything to eat and quickly lost half a stone. I was given a lot of tests. Blood tests daily, as well as…
CT scan (where you go through a large ‘doughnut’ style ring this makes you feel like you are doing a wee when they turn it on!!! it’s the radiation) Sitting up while I was waiting for the CT scan triggered one of the worst episodes of pain I had experienced, and when I returned to the ward I was given 2 doses of morpheine and codeine. I was off my face but still could feel the gnawing pain in my stomach. (I now think this was an ulcer as my description of the pain – gnawing and through to the back – matches other peoples descriptions.)
Ultrasound scan (like pregnant women have) This involves a nice cold slime being put on your torso and they rub a scanner thing on you, pressing in on the important things like kidneys, liver, gall bladder to see if they are OK. On my first one the reading wasn’t too good because I had a lot of gas in there. For a change!! ๐ This was the easiest and least scary of the tests. I’m VERY squeamish but by this time I was quite fascinated by all the things, particularly the cannula in my arm – so useful for quickly getting medications in.
Endoscopy. I was not worried about this before, in fact I was happy to have it – hoping it would find the cause of the pain – but this was not a pleasant experience! The tube is much larger than I thought (I thought it would be a thing bendy tube like a straw but it is actually a fairly wide black pipe!) They used a numbing spray on the back of my throat then injected sedative somewhere in my hand. I was sedated (but didn’t realise at the time!) but remember them pulling the tube out and gagging on it a lot. This also chipped my front tooth as they pulled out the tube, you have to sign a form before they begin saying if they chip a tooth you don’t blame them! To be honest, I didn’t mind, with the NHS you get such good treatments and pay nothing – if they chip a tooth, they chip a tooth. Anyway this was a ‘failed’ endoscopy as they saw my oesophagus, but not my stomach as my gag reflex was too much. I thought I had done something wrong, but now realise that I was so sedated there isn’t anything I could have done differently!
While on the ward as well as pain killers I also had anti-sickness medication which was fantastic.
Worth noting is that not eating for a week and having a lot of painkillers, meant I didn’t poop for about 2 weeks in total!!
Pictured: my second cannula and nice pink bra in the background!
On my last day there nothing had been found and I was moved to another ward, tested for my ability to eat without agony (which I managed this time!) and was allowed to leave. I was so happy to be going home. My sister picked me up from hospital and I felt very weak from lying down for a week.
When I got home, I was hungry, so I ate a big piece of avocado on toast. This caused pain right away. I experienced extreme pain for the next week until my additional dose of PPI kicked in and my stomach produced less acid again.
So nothing had really been solved by being in hospital, but lots of things had been ruled out.