Appendicitis

 Appendicitis 

                   Lando looking after me

Long time with no writing on my blog, recently I’ve had family and teachers and others ask me if I am uploading anymore blog posts but if i’m honest I kind of got out of the routine and dint find it as comforting as I used to. However I thought I would give it another go!

For me the end of November and for most of December I was ill. I woke up feeling totally fine one day went to college and started getting weird stomach and back pain, I didn’t concern me at first I just ignored it. However it then got to the point where I was doubled over gripping my stomach in pain, I carried on my day at college waiting for it to pass u til it became lunch and noticed I wasn’t feeling too good. I got one of my friends to quickly get a teacher and at that point I was ready to faint. I had to call my mum to pick me up cause at that point I was too unwell to safely drive home. The rest of that evening I don’t really remember I laid very still in bed all night but nothing I could do would ease the pain.

The next morning I felt the same it was then mum and dad suggested it was time for A&E. 

it was only after a 13 hour wait did we find out what I was hoping wasn’t the case. I had appendicitis! 

I was admitted and spent my first night ever in hospital and being now 18 meant I was alone. I was awoken throughout the night for vitals to be checked and given plenty of fluids, antibiotics and pain meds. The next morning I was prepped for the surgery and was taken down to pre op. 

When I first arrived I was in a bed opposite a little girl. From what I could gather she was having an operation on her broken arm. She was with her mum and being reassured about what was gonna happen. In that moment my anxiety peaked and I wanted nothing else than my mum there with me aswell. Although an  appendix removal was a simple surgery with few big risks it was a situation I had never been in before. I was then taken through to the anaesthetics room and that’s the last I remember before waking up in post op (still very woozy from the anaesthetic and probably not making a lot of sense) getting  annoyed at the nurses because they wouldn’t ring my parents and I knew they would be worried. 

I was taken back up to my ward where my mum and dad were waiting. The next day I was discharged only to then go back into hospital that night.

Once again me and my mum sat in A&E I was finding everything hilarious (still a bit out of it) and feeling like my stitches would rip open every time I laughed. Luckily this time we were out by very early the next morning. However unfortunately the next day I collapsed on the bathroom floor falling in and out of consciousness not only worrying me but my mum who had to keep catching me and my gran who was downstairs thinking the worst possible outcome to all of this. I was taken back to hospital, this time in an ambulance (another new experience) praying I hadn’t developed and infection or had any internal bleeding. Luckily neither was the case I just had very very low blood pressure still to this day for an unknown reason.

After that trip luckily I haven’t suffered anymore complications meaning anymore trips to the hospital. 

It was a weird start to the Christmas period that had me feeling rubbish right into the new year and even now. Not only does it (surgery, illness) have such a big impact physically put mentally aswell. Being bed bound for a fortnight feeling quite useless and being signed of work for 6 weeks altogether feels very unmotivating and lonely. Let alone the worry I put on my family which makes me feel bad even over something I can’t control. 

It’s been quite a month and a half and the recovery is still ongoing. However i’m glad to have people around me who have cared so much about me!