Tuesday, 20 May
So as you know I was at the hospital earlier this morning during the dark hours and the doctor gave me Colo-Prep to drink to get my tummy going.
I decided to stay home because I still had lots of pain. My dad and mum went off to work and I slept, but woke up with pain as the meds was getting worked out. I downed the Colo-Prep, but after an hour threw up everything. It was a very clear fluid, almost as if nothing happened inside me.
I called Mom in tears and insisted that we go to the hospital again. Now, I am not someone who moans about small things, or even big things. So for me to call her like this means that something really is wrong! Oh, the pain...
We returned to the hospital. This time there was a new doctor. She looked at the night's Xrays and quickly read about CF online - since not everyone knows everything about it. Her diagnosis was that maybe there is an obstruction.
Meanwhile I also called my CF specialist in Johannesburg and told her everything. She told me that we should drive to her immediately and said that NO ONE may operate on me, whatsoever!
My mum and I grabbed only my nebuliser and a bottle of Creon and raced to Linksfield hospital. The pain was okay again since I got heavy meds, again. At the hospital I was booked in, a room already waiting for me. My doctor immediately ordered more Xrays and got a surgeon's opinion. Now, this surgeon IS AMAZING! He is one of the best in the country, and not trigger happy at all. He understands the complications of putting a CF under anaesthetics and knows that it should only be the last resort.
They ordered me not to eat or drink anything and I spent the night in Linksfield. We still didn't know what was wrong with me.
I decided to stay home because I still had lots of pain. My dad and mum went off to work and I slept, but woke up with pain as the meds was getting worked out. I downed the Colo-Prep, but after an hour threw up everything. It was a very clear fluid, almost as if nothing happened inside me.
I called Mom in tears and insisted that we go to the hospital again. Now, I am not someone who moans about small things, or even big things. So for me to call her like this means that something really is wrong! Oh, the pain...
We returned to the hospital. This time there was a new doctor. She looked at the night's Xrays and quickly read about CF online - since not everyone knows everything about it. Her diagnosis was that maybe there is an obstruction.
Meanwhile I also called my CF specialist in Johannesburg and told her everything. She told me that we should drive to her immediately and said that NO ONE may operate on me, whatsoever!
My mum and I grabbed only my nebuliser and a bottle of Creon and raced to Linksfield hospital. The pain was okay again since I got heavy meds, again. At the hospital I was booked in, a room already waiting for me. My doctor immediately ordered more Xrays and got a surgeon's opinion. Now, this surgeon IS AMAZING! He is one of the best in the country, and not trigger happy at all. He understands the complications of putting a CF under anaesthetics and knows that it should only be the last resort.
They ordered me not to eat or drink anything and I spent the night in Linksfield. We still didn't know what was wrong with me.
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