First off - props to the ED staff at the Lyell McEwin hospital in Adelaide. It can’t be easy running one of the only EDs in the Northern Suburbs, and you’ve treated us really well each time we’ve been in there.
This is also not a request for medical advice. I am simply venting about a situation that’s been running me ragged for the last few weeks.
But I’m so friggin’ tired.
Hubby’s been complaining of abdo pain for several weeks now, on and off. It started off at a frequency of once every few weeks, now we’re up to about once to twice a week, with three episodes in the last two months so serious I’ve hauled him off to the ED. The most recent was last night.
He’s also complaining of just not being hungry. Not nauseous, just not hungry. He’s losing weight, I can see it. And I think he’s afraid of eating just in case it triggers the cramps. It doesn’t tend to, but he’s expressed that fear before.
On the first instance, we presented at the ED on a Sunday night with him complaining of cramps in his lower abdomen and back ranging on the pain scale up to about 8. This is for a man who rarely marks anything above a four.
So they admit him, check his vitals, do an xray, check his bloods and urine and give him some buscopan and some painkillers. About four or five hours after we get there, the pain seems to have gone and they discharge him.
The second episode was the week before Christmas. At about four thirty on a thursday morning he wakes me, complaining of the same pain up around an 8 or a 9 again. So again we present at the hospital, this time they give him morphine and around seven am admit him (he doesn’t get to the ward until the early afternoon, but that’s something else). A gastro sees him, does an ultrasound and the bloods again, says they’ll need to do a follow up. They send a card in the mail a few days later for an appt at the end of the month, so they’ve obviously not found anything. But they release him at about 2pm on the Friday afternoon when the pain’s gone and he’s been able to eat and keep the food down.
Yesterday was the worst, and where I find myself getting the most frustrated. He’s been complaining of the pain all day, since about four am. He’s thrown up once early in the morning but not since then. He won’t let me get him to the hospital until about 7pm, when he’s once again complaining of the pain being up around 9.
We get him to the hospital, we get him into the ED, they give him some codeine and some buscopan and leave him. The pain passes, so they note it down and leave again. About forty minutes later he wakes from his dozing and says it’s increasing. By the time the nurse gets back to the cube about fifteen minutes after that, it’s up around 8-9 again.
The attending can’t tell me if they’ll admit him or release him. Which is fair enough. But I have a new job to start in the morning, so I can’t be at the hospital all night on the off chance, and I have to go home.
The nurses come back with morphine and dose him up. He says the pain gets back down to about a 4, but spikes every so often. About 2230 I have to leave, I have to get home and get ready for work the next day. As mum and I leave, we notice the waiting area is getting full.
About one thirty, hubby calls me. They’ve released him. The pain is not even gone, it’s just down to the point where he’s not screaming in agony. But they’re saying because they can’t find a specific cause, they can’t do anything for him. Apparently the waiting room is about full by the time he gets off the ward.
Last time it wasn’t so busy, this time it got mad busy. My theory is that it got so busy they needed to free up some beds, and because no specialists are on at midnight on a Sunday, and he wasn’t in any danger of dying and they’d got his pain down (even if not fully controlled), then they released him. And I don’t blame them. Again, they’re one of the only EDs in the Northern Suburbs. They were mad busy when I left, and even busier again when they discharged him.
But I’m so frustrated. My husband is now on our bed, crying in pain. I can’t do anything to get him to the hospital. I need to get to work, this is the first day of a new job and I have to be there. I may be able to leave early, but I’ve got to be there or not get the job. And I don’t have a car to be able to drop him off. Plus I don’t want to take him in too early, so that again there’s no specialists in. So I’ve pleaded with him to see if he can hold on for another hour, hour and a half, then to call my mother and get her to take him down there.
I know unspecified abdo pain is a righteous arse to diagnose and treat, but I’m just so tired, so scared and so upset right now. I just hope if we get him back there today, the gastro can finally nut down what may be causing this, so we can get a handle on it.