For about 2 weeks or so I have had awful pains in my tummy, and I was constipated (sorry but this entry might be a bit gross... but it's what I have to deal with and what, some of, you may have as well; this might even help some of you.)
Suddenly, when I woke up one morning I felt sick (not my usual, nauseous, every sick) I felt as if I was about to throw up and the pain in my stomach felt like I was being stabbed in the gut and someone was twisting it. In my state I wasn't able to get to the bathroom with my crutches (the day before I fell and ended up with large, colourful and painful bruises) I was just too floopy and I kept falling over. Luckily, (not for her) my mum uses a walker to get around and she came up with the most ingenious plan of bringing her walker to me in bed, I transfer onto it and she pushes me to the bathroom (I wasn't able to close the door because the walker was in the way).
I had the most (WARNING: VULGER INFORMATION!) slimey, yellow diarrhoea a couple times an hour. I was also puking every time I drunk more than a tiny sip of water or ate anything... I was only eating dry foods like noodles, matzah (kosher cracker) and rice but I wasn't able to keep any of it down, I actually felt better just after I had been sick and after a while it was just bile.
I was finding it hard to move because I wasn't keeping my pills down so I had no painkillers (even if my leg was fine I am still on painkillers for all my other conditions). I was also fainting when ever I wasn't being sick. Every time I moved the jerking of the movements made me fell like I had to throw up so we cancelled care for a few days (the care agency wasn't very nice about it but more about them in the next entry). When the carer did come we hadn't worked out the walker transportation yet so I was having to use my gutter crutches and even on a good day I'm some what wobbly but I was so wobbly it seemed like I spent more time banging on the walls or falling on the floor. The carer was trying to steady me but she did so by holding me tight or gripping onto me so hard that she gave me bruises.
This lasted for 4 days when we decided it wasn't a bug and it was the evil thing I get once/twice a year so my mum called the doctor to see if they'd come round to see me and give me an anti-sickness injection but we were told that doctors surgeries don't administer anti-sickness injections, only hospitals do but they probably wouldn't give it to me because I was able to keep very little water down so I wasn't dehydrated enough, they also wouldn't give me an IV (This is what usually happens when I am admitted into hospital for this same problem). The doctor prescribed prochlorperazine that I put in between my top lip and my gum which would dissolve (why is it that all the anti-sickness pills taste so disgusting that they make you want to be sick... you'd think they'd at least flavour them to try to cover up the grossness of them).
I tried them for 2 days and I was still throwing up (at least 6-7 times a day) we were trying to decide if it was worthwhile to go to the hospital, what would they do, what do they normally do to make me better and did I really want to go into hospital for however long or see if we could do something so I could get better at home. So my mum called the doctor again as soon as they opened to discuss what else they could do to help. We had to wait for the doctor to call us back which wouldn't be until they finish their clinic and do all their phonecalls but in the meantime we were planning how I would be able to get out the house (because I still couldn't stand up or use my crutches) when suddenly my mum remembered about two years ago I was admitted into Charing Cross hospital for this same thing the hospital was able to get in contact with my gastroentrologist, Professor Aziz, and he said that people with hypermobility of the bowel would sometimes get a build up of bad bacteria and he prescribed an antibiotic which got me better quicker than usual (that time I was only in hospital for 3 days whereas beforehand I was in for 8,7 and 5 days). Seeing as we had to wait from 8 am until the doctor would do their phone calls at twenty past eleven we thought we would try to get in contact with Professor Aziz, it took us a few phone numbers and a couple calls to the wrong hospitals but we finally got through to his secretary and she did a searh for my file but it turned out that he had signed me off so she was unable to look at my file. This is not good because, obviously, my bowel issues have not been sorted seeing as I am still having problems; all he did was tell me to have 2 Pro Bio 7 tablets a day which is NOT working so we have to try and get seen by him again.
Anyway, back to what I was talking about. Because my mummy is a genius, when the doctor FINALLY called us back we were able to get them to look at my notes from when I was in Charing Cross and he was able to prescribe me Ciprofloxacin (the anti-biotic). He said to wait a couple days before taking it in case it would go on its own... so obviously, I waited until my mum came back from the pharmacy to take them and that evening I was able to eat a small amount of plain noodles.
Also, the last time I was discharged from the hospital we got some anti-diarrhea/immodium tablets so I started taking them. I didn't get better straight away but I was on the mend.
About three days later I could eat, almost, normally and yesterday I was able to hop on my crutches (only to the bathroom, but still... I was able to stand) :D
I hope that this may have helped some of you that this happens to and you never know what it is, what to do or what could help.
*huggle* for everyone!!!
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