Liver and Cherry

Sundae · 12-10-2015, 09:06 AM

During my stay I initially had hourly checks on my blood pressure and temperature. I think the catheter was in for three days - I may be wrong there. It's hard to remember the very beginning and slightly difficult to calculate as I arrived in the very dead of morning and lost a fair section of time to anaesthetic.

I know I was Nil By Mouth for over 24 hours.
This was especially hard while I was still vomiting blood. They gave me those little sponges on sticks, soaked in mouthwash. I was eventually allowed to do this for myself, and progressed onto water.

The varices were "banded" initially, but I had to have another endoscopy later in the week.
They wouldn't knock me out because of the danger to my liver. So I thrashed and retched and choked up bile, fully conscious the whole way through. It took them three attempts, and I think in the end they wished they'd listened to me and taken the risk of giving me a general rather than local. I did warn them. You can do all sorts of unnatural things to me - stick just about anything where it doesn't belong. But expecting my oesophagus to behave normally and accept things travelling in the right direction seems to be beyond my capabilities. I'm not proud of it - I'd far rather it was easy.

It took me the best part of two hours to stop crying afterwards.
I honestly rather would vomit blood until I died than go through that again. But yay! I have to in two weeks! I can only hope it's the same team and they remember and listen this time.

I also had a 30 minute sonogram - the longest I've ever had.
She wasn't as jabby as some have been, but given my throat was raw and it was 30 minutes of holding my breath then letting it out, it was a miserable experience.
I was also badly bruised, and still am, under my left breast. I showed it to Mum and she said I had worse bruising than she did after her lumpectomy.

Yes, Mum & Dad came up to see me.
It was supposed to be a surprise - they were coming up for the Victorian Fayre on Sunday.
When she told me I put the phone down and cried and cried. I'd just ruined everyone's weekend.
They had a good time, but of course it wasn't ideal.

12-10-2015, 09:06 AM	#11
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	During my stay I initially had hourly checks on my blood pressure and temperature. I think the catheter was in for three days - I may be wrong there. It's hard to remember the very beginning and slightly difficult to calculate as I arrived in the very dead of morning and lost a fair section of time to anaesthetic. I know I was Nil By Mouth for over 24 hours. This was especially hard while I was still vomiting blood. They gave me those little sponges on sticks, soaked in mouthwash. I was eventually allowed to do this for myself, and progressed onto water. The varices were "banded" initially, but I had to have another endoscopy later in the week. They wouldn't knock me out because of the danger to my liver. So I thrashed and retched and choked up bile, fully conscious the whole way through. It took them three attempts, and I think in the end they wished they'd listened to me and taken the risk of giving me a general rather than local. I did warn them. You can do all sorts of unnatural things to me - stick just about anything where it doesn't belong. But expecting my oesophagus to behave normally and accept things travelling in the right direction seems to be beyond my capabilities. I'm not proud of it - I'd far rather it was easy. It took me the best part of two hours to stop crying afterwards. I honestly rather would vomit blood until I died than go through that again. But yay! I have to in two weeks! I can only hope it's the same team and they remember and listen this time. I also had a 30 minute sonogram - the longest I've ever had. She wasn't as jabby as some have been, but given my throat was raw and it was 30 minutes of holding my breath then letting it out, it was a miserable experience. I was also badly bruised, and still am, under my left breast. I showed it to Mum and she said I had worse bruising than she did after her lumpectomy. Yes, Mum & Dad came up to see me. It was supposed to be a surprise - they were coming up for the Victorian Fayre on Sunday. When she told me I put the phone down and cried and cried. I'd just ruined everyone's weekend. They had a good time, but of course it wasn't ideal. __________________ Life's hard you know, so strike a pose on a Cadillac Last edited by Sundae; 12-10-2015 at 09:54 AM.

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