My intestine story - Getting a bit better. Day 8.

Here follows a journal of the past two weeks and the difficulties I went through. I will write each day as a new post for easy reading. To sum it up: I had to get an emergency operation because my intestines couldn't digest food. Here is what happened...

Monday, 26 May

Today was just a normal day. Well, normal being a relative term. Nothing bad happened. Nothing good happened. I ate a bit, was still nauseas, and still had pain when I received physio.

My dad also said that I looked a lot less pale. I now was more active on Whatsapp, but still didn't had the strength to Facebook or to read as my eyes weren't quite adjusted yet. Once again, I don't do well on anaesthetics. 

Because of the fact that I didn't do too bad, the doctor decided to move me to Ward A the very next day. Once again, I would have my own room where no one bothers anyone. I also just needed some rest.

DID YOU KNOW?
They draw blood AT LEAST 3 times per day in ICU to check things like potassium levels. And did you also know that one runs out of veins?

I got so sick of them drawing blood the whole time.

Us CFs are supposed to be okay with needles and things since we ALWAYS are being poked by needles and insulin pens. But I am still that person who puts a pillow over her eyes when a drip is inserted.

The thing that I looked forward to the most was the fact that they would not draw any blood in the ward. Yay!