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This is my New Years day in a photo...

I had planned to eat better in 2009, but now it seems that won't be a choice on my part, but rather a necessity...

On New Years Eve, I woke up with a milk stomach ache, which I put down to the pizza and licorice I'd scoffed the night before. As the day continued, the stomach slowly became worse. I started to think "gallstone attack"... I thought maybe if I took some panadol it might fade away... Yes, well, no, it didn't and into the evening of New Year's Eve, I slowly felt worse and worse. Still managed to sit up to midnight and toast in the new year with a mouthful of Moscato (Yum!)...

Suffered through the night, including getting up for a period of time because I just couldn't lie down (and also Ari was restless)... Really hoped that morning would bring some relief, and momentarily after I woke up I thought it had, but the minute I sat up or moved the pain returned with a vengence. Tried more panadol, but even drinking the water in order to swallowing the tablets made my belly ache worse...

At this point Dave and I discussed me possibly going to the emergency department for stronger meds at least... Of course, the thought of the ED on New Years day with four kids, including a breastfeeding infant, in tow was not something we relished. By midday though the pain was definitely not abating.

I had Dave call the hospital to check if there was anything they'd be able to do or if we'd just be wasting our time. They put us onto Nurse on Call, and after a chat with her, she recoomended going in. So, we booked two cabs and set off...

The front desk nurse wasn't exactly impressed that I'd brought my entire family with me, telling me that the ED was really no place for children, and we'd proably be there around six hours, and they wouldn't cope, and wouldn't it be better if Dh dropped them off at relatives...

Well, hmmm, we don't have a car, so dropping off wouldn't be easy, but beyond that we have no relatives to speak of - Dave's parents are 80 and 86, and FIL is in frail health, so MIL has her hands full with just them. Though, to her credit she did say that Erik and Luey could stay there for 3-4 hours if we were desperate...

Back to the front desk nurse... I told her I actually needed my Dh with me because, with the pain I was having, I couldn't lift Ari myself, and I had to breastfeed him. Also, Dh would come in for comforting Ari if he needed it and I wasn't able to. She looks at me and says, "Obviously we support breastfeeding, but..." But what? But you'd prefer that I wasn't such a nuisance and just sent Dh home with the kids and instructions to feed my 2 month old formula???

Anyway, there was a nice little anteroom for parents which had a bucket of toys in it, so that was good. Also, there was a lovely volunteer on duty, a woman in her 50s I'd say, she was so friendly and helpful, got Dave some tea, and took Bryn for a short walk to get some water etc. Told Dave how well behaved and lovely our boys were (which is always nice to hear when you're stressed out of your mind!)...

I must have been triaged fairly high because I was seen after 20 minutes wait, was expecting it to be a two hour wait.

An intern saw me first, had a feel around, and then called a real doctor (rofl). Real Dr was this tall, dark handsome Australian born Indian - clad in black skin tight long sleeve tee, no Drs jacket... He was very nice, even though I don't think he really knew what he was talking about...

He said I'd needed to have some bloods taken (like my MOST favourite thing to do on New Year's Day - NOT!!!), and then get some pain relief by way of morphine...

While he was very good with the needle, it hurt like buggary!!! Thankfully he put the bung in my hand, which is not as scary to me as my arm... I had Maxolon with the morphine, and felt a bit woozy, but the pain went from a 9 to say a 4... Then there was a lot of waiting while they got the blood test results. The results came back clear, and as I hadn't been vomiting, they didn't think it was obstruction or liver. Because the pain was mainly on my left (stomach) they didn't think it was gallstones (gallbladder on the right)... I wasn't convinced, and since talking to mum this morning and finding my symptoms were exactly like hers, including where the pain was located, I'm more and more thinking they need to reconsider the gallstones (I know I have them, and they weren't disputing that, they just didn't feel the stones were causing the pain)...

Anyway, a couple of hours after being seen and with pressure on (from the front desk) to remove the boys from the ED - even though they behaving perfectly well... I went home. They didn't end up doing a wee test for kidney function, but the Dr wrote a letter to my doctor suggesting I come back for outpatient endoscopy - I guess they might be thinking Ulcer?

Came home, and had panadeine to deal with the pain. Had had a second lot of Morphine before leaving the ED, but this time without Maxolon, so a couple of hours after I got home I vomited. Only water, because that's all I'd had.

Silly me ended up terribly dehydrated because eating and drinking caused pain, and because I totally forgot that breastfeeding would be depletely my water stores no end - so that probably also caused the vomiting...

Have been sipping water, and sweet tea, to try and replenish (heard that just water might not be good because the body doesn't absorb it well without something else to hang onto)... Am currently trying to drink a bottle of Gatorade (um, YUCK, how to people drink this stuff for fun???)...

So, there you go, the saga of how I started 2009. Really hoping this is not a sign of things to come, hahaha! I did manage to lose 1.5kg (in water, no doubt), so at least I'm sticking to my weightloss - roflmao! And now it seems that fat and sugar will be off the menu for me as well, unless I want to have a resurgence of this kind of pain...

Hope your New Year was a bit more fun!

Comments

Nic said…
Oh no ! Thats awful :-( Not a good way to start the year at all, and can't believe how rude the ED staff were. Hope your feeling better.
Kate said…
Oh babe so sorry to read this... hope you are recovering really well now and hey, lets call that your WORST thing for 2009 over and done with so it is all up and up from here!!
Stitch Sista said…
Oh Sif you poor thing :(. Let's hope you figure out what it is and can treat it quickly so the rest of the year is illness free!

(Sucky too about these assumption that people can just dump their kids and baby somewhere!! Although I'm sure your many friends would step up if you were desperate...and you have some breastfeeding mates, so I guess you could always call on the community for EBM if you needed to to)
Sif said…
Well, that's the thing, Rach, it was New Years Day, all my friends were already out for the day or recovering from the night before by the time I decided to go to the ED. It was just very bad timing. However, I'd already nominated someone in my head to ask for ebm because I know she has a freezer full - though she would have had to pretend it was my own that she'd picked up from my house...
katef said…
ah that sucks a bit doesn't it!!
Hope you are feeling better now and that this was an isolated thing.

I got the same 'don't bring your kids here' line from sunshine ED when I took my DH in when M was tiny. At least I had family to call on but they were 2 hours away in peak hour traffic and then only took the big kids... what are you supposed to do magic your kids away into thin air when things get difficult!?!? Idiots!
Sif said…
LOL, Kate, that's exactly what Dave thought; sorry, left my wand in my other pants...

It's indicative of the children are an inconvience society we live in, and honestly, my kids were on their best behaviour, Dave was totally impressed with Erik, and Luey and Bryn were great as well...

Not feeling 100% today either. Which sucks. Just trying to keep the water up so I don't have dehydration symptoms...

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