Hospitals. My love-hate relationship.
Hi again… If you’ve decided to come back and read another blog then a massive thanks to you, also if this is your first visit to my blogs, thanks and welcome to you too.
Firstly I’m sorry for the serious blog but l’d like to discuss my love-hate relationship with hospitals, doctors and my illness.
My illness is a part of my life, and although it’s so predominant, it’s perhaps one of the hardest things for me to open up about. However, it’s also one of the main reasons I’ve started writing blogs.
So for as long as I can remember I’ve had problems with my digestive system, so there’s lots of poop and farting chat in my family, all adds to the fun. 😂
Since I was 18 I’ve always had problems with pain in my ribs and stomach, and over the years I just learnt to live with the pain. But in Summer of 2011, after living with this for around 10 years the symptoms and pain were getting too much to live with. It was affecting my whole life. I was now unable to eat any food, no matter how small without having to be sick and get severe reflux. At this time I was working as a greenkeeper at Trump International Golf Links, and was having to walk miles and miles every day, as you can imagine without being able to eat I had virtually zero energy to the point that one day I passed out. I knew then I needed to get this sorted.
So after lots of very unpleasant tests, from all ends and angles, 🤤 I was told I required an operation on my oesophagus. The operation is called a fundoplocation wrap and it’s basically an operation to tighten your oesophagus and prevent me from having reflux or being sick. Eventually an answer and a solution to all my problems… or so i thought.
In October 2011 I had the operation which was a success and I was finally able to eat again, I remember one night after getting home and feeling ‘normal’ again i ordered a large Dominos pizza, bought the largest Dairy Milk and a bottle of 2L bottle of coke, I was in heaven.
This version of heaven lasted years. I could eat what I wanted and live how I wanted. However, one side effect of the op is that l can’t burp or be sick, the oesophagus is so tight that out doesn’t allow anything back up. This is great after a night out, where you’ve had one too many and you can’t be sick, but not so great when all the gas from the beer and vodka n cokes can’t come up and can only go down. You soon clear a dance floor when you let out that fart you’ve been trying to hold in for hours. It was either that or my dancing. 😂🕺💨
Now to more recently, where I’ve had a bit more problems around my oesophagus. I was driving home from work, I felt completely fine, I was just off the phone to Ruth asking what was for tea and how the kid’s were when I started to get a lump in my throat. I tried clearing it but it gradually got worse to the point I had to pull over and call NHS24. I was struggling to breath at this point and thought I’d had a reaction to something. They sent an ambulance for me and rushed me into hospital. Thankfully it wasn’t as serious as first thought and the lump in throat disappeared. But ever since that day only 5 weeks ago I’ve been in pain around my oesophagus, stomach and I’m struggling to eat again. I’ve been in and out of hospital for weeks, I’ve lost almost 10kg in 4 weeks and I’ve been put on a pureed diet to help get something into me. Again, I’ve have test after test but I’m still no closer to getting an answer, apparently I’m a special case, something my brothers have been telling me for years.
Tonight I write this final draft from my hospital bed, hoping that tomorrow brings some better news.
Thanks for reading and until next time…
This real life Dad is out xx