So… It has been a very long time since I last Oates. My fault totally.
Having PSC seemed to have just become part of my life and therefore I didn’t need an outlet for it.
But I am writing a post now, so as you may have guessed, things have changed.
Right now I am sitting in bed in hospital. I was told to admit myself after a series of events which have caused concern to the doctors. Let me take you on a journey.
It all started about six weeks’ ago when I had a friend down to visit for the weekend. The Friday night went well although I felt a little off. I awoke on the Saturday to crazy itching and what I am calling the worst cold of my life. This carried on through the next couple of days.
Everything started to calm down but I never could quite shake the itching or the feeling of being sick. Over the course of the six weeks it slowly ramped up to above the initial level – and was joined by some new symptoms…
Upper right quadrant pain
Lack of appetite
Rapid weight loss
It was these that triggered the doctors to want to prod me some more and promptly an ultrasound and MRI were ordered.
I had the ultrasound last week and it showed nothing – not really a good thing… This coupled with some new funky blood results caused the doctors to phone me in the middle of the night (okay, 8pm but I was asleep) ordering me into hospital as they needed to speed up the checking.
So here I am. At the moment I am waiting for a drip to come and give me some fluids, tomorrow I get to have an MRI and after that, well who knows. All I can hope is that I get back to health soon. I can’t carry on feeling like this.