Well, where do I start?!
I left you in 2015. I'd been sent home from hospital. I managed one night at home then had to go back via A&E. My stomach pains were worse still. I was admitted, whisked off, by an angel of a junior doctor who knew he'd be in trouble but couldn't get hold of a porter, for a CT scan. The result showed a definite inflamed blockage so first thing next morning I was being prepped for surgery. I was seen by a stoma nurse who explained all about colostomy bags etc and drew lovely pictures on my abdomen.
When I came round from the surgery, I was told that an 8cm piece of my colon had been removed but they were able to join the ends together. No stoma.
New Year was spent in hospital recovering from all this but worrying what the inflamed lump might be and worrying about getting constipated all over again.
Added to my other scars is one very long vertical wound from rib cage to pubic bone.
I was told yesterday morning that I could go home but after waiting until 4.45pm with no sign of the discharge letter, we absconded! My husband pushed me in a wheelchair, the length of a busy ward and we did not see one member of staff! We sped through the damp, full car parks to our car, abandoned the wheelchair at the side of some random building and sped off into the night........
actually we just joined one endless queue of traffic to get out of that hellhole!
Of course, I still have the results of the tests lurking in the background.
It was so good to get back home and sleep in my own bed. I've really missed my dogs and they were happy to see me. (Ralphie, the Labradoodle had gone off his food). The cat looked at me, put his ears back and meowed as if to say, 'where the hell have you been'?
Happy & Healthy 2016 to everyone!