I left hospital the day after my ERCP eager to get home; I had a stargate boxset that wasn’t going to watch itself.
The night in the hospital had been a strange one. I had bad stomach pain and actually had to ask for painkillers. For those who don’t know me, this is very odd indeed. I never take painkillers.
I had a few paracetamol to get me through the night and a few more in the morning for discharge. They didn’t want to give me anything stronger due to the state of my liver. Three grams a day, no more.
I asked about the pain and was told it was probably where they had made a small hole inside me that was now healing along with the pain from the air I got pumped with so they could see.
I got home, watched some tv, avoided eating and drinking as that made the pain worse and settled down for another night of pain. ‘It’ll be better tomorrow,’ I figured.
And it was, for a bit. Maintaining one position in bed allowed me to get use to the pain, almost as if it wasn’t there. As long as I didn’t breathe too deep – or shallow – or cough, or laugh, sneeze or move I was relatively pain-free.
I moved downstairs and decided to watch some more stargate.
But the pain got worse and worse. I could hardly walk and the paracetamol just wasn’t helping.
I asked my PSC friends their advice in the Facebook group and got ordered to phone my consultant. He ordered me into hospital again.
My lovely parents drove 65 miles to pick me up (after having dropped me off only 24 hours earlier) and then drove me and the hubby 55 miles to the hospital.
It turns out that the poking and prodding from the ERCP caused my pancreas to get pissed. I have pancreatitis. A very painful ailment.
I now have a rolling dose of morphine available to me (every 3 hours) but even this can only take the edge off the pain. I’m on drip fluids as I can’t really eat or drink without pain. And antibiotics to help sort things out.
I’ll be here until I’m better. And I’ve promised not to put on a brave face. I am to be a wuss. Only leave when I feel no pain. This was my promise to my hubby which I will keep.
I have my teddy to look after me: Mr Long Legged Mac Teddy. I’ll try and add a picture.
Once again, apologies for any typos. I am writing this while a bit high on morphine on my iPhone.