The worst happened

This week has been pretty horrendous. Travelling can be terrifying at times and it's when bad things happen that you are reminded how far away you are from home and the people you love. I woke up on Monday morning with unbearable back and abdominal pain. As the day progressed the symptoms just kept piling up and although I went to work I had to go home to get more clothes and spent the morning sat in front of the fire wearing 6 top layers and 3 bottom layers, and it was a rather sunny day. It was so horrible and then by 10am I had thrown up. Because of the nature of the job I wasn't able to just leave until someone had come home to care for the children and in the end it took Bruce and Nick telling Candy to come home at 1 for her to arrive. I was finally able to go home and went straight to bed. I managed to go into work again the next day because it began to ease in the morning but as the day progressed everything just started getting worse. I was meant to pick Bruce's mum up from Christchurch airport, a two hour drive away, but luckily he arranged for someone else to do it. I did a full days work that day and in the end just had to tell Candy I needed to leave. By Wednesday things had got rather bad so I decided I needed to go to the doctors. Nick was able to finish at lunch time to take me. That's where it all got a bit crazy really. I had so many symptoms and issues that the doctor was very concerned and puzzled as to what was wrong. She suspected all sorts from pregnancy to an infection and in the end decided I need to go to hospital for more tests and a second opinion. At hospital we were put into the children's room in A&E which was a rather miserable place. Nick was loving it because a St John ambulance worker kept coming around to offer him coffee and tea when I wasn't allowed to drink anything. He seemed to miss everything important from going for a test, to getting the results because at those times he happened to be moving the car, getting food or in the loo. I had blood tests done and a CT scan with dye injected into my blood. The conclusion came back as a suspected ovary infection and that's when I received the news that they wanted to give me antibiotics over a drip and that I needed to stay in over night. The first thought I had was the cost and asked if it was necessary and that's when the dreaded word of potential infertility was mentioned. That's when I realised this is quite serious but luckily all treatment is free to UK residents. It all became very overwhelming quite quickly and I did have a good cry about it especially because Nick wasn't there at this moment in time. It's at times like that when you really just want your mum and I couldn't of been more grateful that I wasn't traveling alone. I was taken up to a ward and given a private room with a sea view which was pretty nice. An elderly woman was moved out of my room to a shared area to accommodate me and she shared her annoyance about this quite loudly as I was wheeled in. Nick was amazing and went to buy a whole bag of bits that I would need but also things to keep my entertained. When he had to leave it was pretty hard. I was kept in overnight and it was a horrible sleep mainly because of the drip in my arm. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink which also was quite hard, I'd barely eaten since Sunday. Finally the morning came and although Nick had agreed to work he didn't want to stay away and came to see me first thing which I really appreciated. I was allowed to go home to wait for the test results and take antibiotics there. I was so glad to be home and spent most of the rest of the week sleeping and sitting on the sofa with lots of pillows and a hot water bottle. Cassidy and Candy picked me some daffodils from their garden as a get well soon gift which was rather sweet. I was so glad to be home but it was still an awful week of feeling rubbish. Sometimes all you really need is a cuddle from your mum and it's definitely confirmed that I will never live away from the UK and my family at all.Leia mais