So the last two weeks have flown by in a blink of an eye. There has been so much going on that I’ve never been so grateful for my little pocket notebook. As I’ve said before if it isn’t in the book it doesn’t happen so I’ve been indebted to it for getting me to the right place for each different appointment. Actually that’s not fair because with my car up on bricks like I told you last time, I’ve needed the family to drive me about the place and they rather than an inanimate object should be getting the kudos!
So why have the last two weeks been so busy? Well in the space of 9 days in the middle, I had 3 hospital visits, I think it was 8 scans/x-rays, one full anaesthetic and two very invasive procedures. So I’m sure you’ll forgive me for not giving you a running commentary in the meantime. As anyone with fibro will attest there is often a bout of examinations in a short time like this and then it can settle down for a while. It’s very similar in fact to waxing and waning that can occur with our fibro symptoms.
Two weeks ago today the odyssey began. The mammy dropped to the hospital for my first tests. This first appointment was for a full urodynamic study to take place. I’ll save you the detailed descriptions but it’s safe to say that had it not been in a hospitable setting I would have had to buy the doctor her breakfast the next morning! We no longer have any secrets about my bathroom habits, movements or anything like that but I did find it unfair that when speaking into her Dictaphone she said ‘I’ve examined the patient and found nothing remarkable’. That was a low blow considering I was sat in stirrups at the time!
Onwards we went anyway and two days later I found myself in the radiology department of the local hospital. I’ve had serious pain and discomfort in my hips and lower back recently and it was time to find out what was going on. I’ve had plenty of MRI’s done before so I settled myself in for a good snooze while the scan was taking place. Two days later, the results are in and I get a bit of a surprise. My hips are structurally sound but I’ve a slight tear in one disc and a bulge in another one in my lower back, just another diagnosis for the list really.
This brings us up to last Thursday and the hat trick. Again the Mammy dropped me into hospital for what was supposed to be a routine day procedure but as everyone knows I don’t do things by halves so I made myself comfortable there until Saturday. This procedure would complete my hat trick of visits in the last two weeks but it would also complete another hat trick for me. I had a colonoscopy and endoscopy done in February this year so as your biology classes will have taught you there is only one place left they could insert a camera and examine my insides!
It should only have been a day procedure as the anaesthetic only put me out for about an hour but because of my sleep apnoea they wanted to keep me in for one night afterwards. The Doctor (I found it ironic his first name is Richard, think about it!) though found something during the procedure so decided he wanted me kept in until Saturday for observation. In fairness I’m glad he did because with the pain and discomfort that followed the procedure I didn’t want to be too far away from the people with the drugs.
So here I am three days later and I’m still in pain and discomfort but slowly but surely it’s improving. I do hope though that he doesn’t have to repeat the procedure because now I know what’s involved I’m not too keen but then again if it’s necessary I’ll just have to get on with it. All the extra time spent in hospital got me to thinking of the tests and examinations I’ve gone through in the last year and I’m not sure there are too many places left to check.
As I sit here today I’m trying to think of an area of my body, inside or out, that hasn’t been examined in the last year. I know my memory can sometimes play tricks on me but honestly all I can think of is my shins. Fibro is such a wide-ranging, systemic illness that I’ve had symptoms and indeed had diagnoses made and/or tablets administered for every other part of my body except the shins. Many years ago I was told if I was horse they would have put me down; thanks be to feck I’m human. If you’re still not sure though I’ve definitely got the scans to prove it!