BACK IN HOSPITAL - A FARCE

I.AM.BACK.

In hospital.

Again.

The whole process was a major farce, exacerbated by poor doctors and worse diagnoses. It began when I started having terrible abdominal cramps and vomiting few days ago. It got so bad that I had to go to the A&E at the hospital nearest to home. On hindsight it was not the best plan, but I was too sick to make the longer trip to the hospital where I originally had my surgery.

My first A&E experience sucked. I am just going to quote two things the first A&E doctor said to me which underscored the whole experience:

"Let me think. Let me try and figure out whether there is a link with your surgery."
"I am not too sure if this two injections can mix. Maybe I will give it to you in different arms."

You can wonder at my confidence level at that point in time, and sure enough, I was back at the same A&E that evening. That night the doctor on duty came to see me, and after a long bout of questioning, I was told I only had a simple stomachache (in other words, making a big fuss out of nothing). I couldn't care less what I had, I only wanted the pain to stop so that I could sleep and eat. So I told him none of the meds they had given me worked, and if he could offer something to make me feel better. Hello, I didn't even think I needed to ask, I was white to the lips in pain. His reply?

"Medications are not magical potions, you know, but I can offer you a hot water bottle."

It was so cavalier that if I really had a hot water bottle on hand, I would have thrown it at him. Needless to say, I didn't sleep that night for the pain. It was a lot of tests and scans and a day of pain later, that this really cute, but maybe clueless doctor came to inform me that it seemed I might have an intestinal perforation, but they couldn't be sure, but they want to operate on me urgently to find out. Another operation a scant two weeks after my first - this was not news I wanted to hear. My family almost had hysterics.

And then, the cute doctor then hurried back to break the news that they had misread my scans and I had nothing more than some intestinal blockage, which a few days of fasting and intravenous drips would cure. Anyway, we had enough of the farce, so we asked for a transfer to my "surgery hospital".

Well, I got a blazing ride in an ambulance, another first, but no sirens blazing. It felt like the ambulance found every non-existent pothole in the roads; I had such a bumpy ride. I made a dramatic entrance into the A&E section of the second hospital, and had everyone staring at me. Not an experience I want repeated, at least, not when I am conscious.

The only good thing that came out of the whole thing is that I got upgraded to an A1 ward. A veritable hotel room all to my little self. However, the fact that I am on a water only diet takes the gilding out of everything. I.AM.HUNGRY. I have all the utmost respect to controlled fasting after this episode, but the hunger doesn't sit well with me. It gets worse when ever other program on TV is a foodie TV, thanks to a food obsessed nation.

Anyway, things are better already, and I only have one more day to endure, and then I can eat. I can't tell you how many times a Carl's Junior burger has paraded itself across my consciousness. I am determined that I am going to take a bite into one as soon as I am able, health/fitness conscious or not. When one has experienced a few continuous days of hunger, one learns to appreciate certain things better.