"You cut me open and I- Keep Bleeding Keep Keep..."

Pardon my absence, but the month of November has not been a good one for me. For one thing I have only been to school for half a day so far this month and second of all I have been in hospital for two smelly weeks.


It started out as a simple twinge in my lower right side, I ignored it assuming I had eaten something stupid that affects my crohns. But as the weekend went by it got worse. So on Monday the 5th when we went back to school the pains were alot worse so I had to go home early- thinking I'd feel alot better in the morning.

But on Tuesday I decided I wasn't going to go to school either as the pains were still really bad. So I went to my GP only to be told that it could be an abcess and that I should go to hospital right away. But I didn't go right away, I know they don't feed you in these places so I went back home and had dinner first. Obviously not much happened that night, I think I was finally called out of the waiting room at about 10 that night.

The next day I saw the Prof's SHO (his second in command), he thought they were simply crohn's pains and that when I took my next injection I'd be fine. He was just about to let me home when he got my blood results- which showed unusually high levels of inflammation. They had to keep me in! Later on that day I had an ultrasound- let me tell you, they are pure torture. You have to have a full bladder before you are sent up and then you are left waiting an hour and nearly wetting yourself. Then when they eventually take you they press so hard on your stomach with the probe you think you're bladder is going to burst.- They showed how unhealthy my bowel was but let's face it- we all knew that. The SHO came round after and said that it could be an abcess and put me on antibiotics. He said that the expert radiologist would have to take a look at it the next day.

The next day came and so did the Prof. He brought me news that I just did not want to here. I had to have surgery. I tell you I cried buckets that day. But the nurse came down and consoled me and told me all the benefits I would get from it.

On Monday the 12th, the night before my surgery I was sitting in the hospital cafe with my dad when a song came on the radio. "You cut me open and I/ Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding". Hmmm that's the last thing I wanted to hear the night before and I will forever associate that song with my operation. GOD DAMN YOU LEONA LEWIS!! Sorry- I'm sure you're a very nice person!

Anyway, as you will know the surgery was the 13th (eeeek) of November. I was bawling me eyes out that morning until they gave me a tablet which I thought was an antacid but turned out to be a relaxant and made me turn all giggly. It was great. I've been told that I was quite hilarious. The last thing I remember before the operation was been moved on to the table and after that everything it blank. I woke up then in the recovery room but the memory is very fuzzy. I know I was in a lot of pain and I was shouting for the mother and the father. Once they got the pain sorted I was sent back to the ward, where appartantly the first thing I said was that the two women in the beds opposite mine were starring at me. Which they probably were because they gawked anytime someone new came into the ward. And I mean gawked- mouths hanging open and everything- God, take a picture it'll last longer!

Tuesday, Wednesday and even some of the Thursday are all fuzzy. I was high on morphine you see. They gave me one of those clicky wrist thingys so that whenever you have pain you just click it and you get a shot of morphine. I just kept falling in and out of sleep for the 2 days.

I got out of the hospital on Tuesday the 20th. They were going to let me out the day before but for some reason I just didn't like the idea of going home when it hadn't been a week since I had the operation so they allowed me to stay for one more night.

Ugh, I'm really tired, I'll write more later

Sal