So very near after my stoma's 1 year anniversary, I woke up in the morning with absoloutely crippling stomach and then back pains. Words cannot describe the intensity of it, I was vomiting up the painkillers my dad's girlfriend gave me and screaming at the top of my lungs non-stop. I was like this, and I have a ridiculously high pain-threshold.
So after a night in A&E on a trolley in the corridor with trainee doctors getting snotty, I had surgery to remove 60cm of my intestine, which had tangled and knotted itself into almost a ball. I woke up with a new stoma and another scar on my stomach.
Im just back home now, 8 days later (I'm a speedy recoverer :P ), and I think I have once again been seriously underappreciating my bed. So here I am all snuggled up with a cup of tea and my cat purring away in my lap, just letting you guys know:
If your lips go blue for a full day(mine were for 2)- CALL YOUR DOCTOR.
Au Revoir!
Noodlepip x
So after a night in A&E on a trolley in the corridor with trainee doctors getting snotty, I had surgery to remove 60cm of my intestine, which had tangled and knotted itself into almost a ball. I woke up with a new stoma and another scar on my stomach.
Im just back home now, 8 days later (I'm a speedy recoverer :P ), and I think I have once again been seriously underappreciating my bed. So here I am all snuggled up with a cup of tea and my cat purring away in my lap, just letting you guys know:
If your lips go blue for a full day(mine were for 2)- CALL YOUR DOCTOR.
Au Revoir!
Noodlepip x