So I spent most of the night in hospital with internal bleeding. Yet for some reason I find myself at work this morning.
My only explanation is that my boss is away which leaves me as the only person in the office. Dig a bit deeper and the truth is that I would rather be here with a semblance of normality than at home panicking.
It all started yesterday afternoon at work, when I go to the toilet and notice that the bowl is filled with blood. Hmmm not good, call my GP who is fully booked but can see me at 8pm that night. Ok so I figure I have Crohns, this stuff happens, no biggie, the Doc’s not worried so I wont worry. Later in the day I approach the toilet with trepidation and again more blood. I leave work straight away and go camp out at the Doctors surgery. They fit me in early and the Doc tells me not to stress and see the specialist tomorrow, but if it happens again to go to casualty.
9pm that night, I have been enduring some appalling singing on the Queens Golden Jubilee Party; decide I need a toilet break. Again blood, lots of lovely blood. So it’s off to the hospital. On the way I ring my dad (he’s a doctor but lives interstate), my loving father helps the situation by explaining to me that if I don’t go to the hospital I could bleed to death. Thanks Dad!
Am at the hospital till 3am, the registrar tells me I don’t look sick, but the lab is just running all my tests again as they are as he put it “off the charts”. Seems I have funky blood. As my blood pressure whilst low is stable, they let me go home and tell me to see my specialist straight away, first thing in the morning.
So here I am at work, my specialist is fully booked and is trying hard to work out how to fit me in, the bleeding hasn’t stopped and I am trying not to turn into a nervous puddle on the keyboard.
Bonus of the whole night was that Leechboy came to the Doctors with me after work and then to the hospital so I got to spend 9 hours straight with him (whilst we were both awake). I haven’t done that in months. That was much fun, we laughed, kissed alot, considered doing it in the hospital bed, he watched the doctors poke stuff in my nether regions. Yep as he said “At least you want me there when you go out late at night and let other men poke things in you.” Always the romantic, now I remember why I married him, and why I love him so much.