Lost 4 pints of blood, died once and spent 3 days in a crappy ward.
RemadE
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So Sunday night/Monday morning around 3am I had a girl over, and after we were done fooling about I thought I'd go to the toilet.
To my surprise, there was a never-ending run of blood of all shades. Alarm bells were ringing. I stank of fags, sweat, beer, and everything else you could name. Including chinese takeaway my house ordered.
Anyways, I got her back home like the gentleman I am and went to A&E at 06:20, which was lucky as I was ballsed up to the max on beer and other drugs so could easily have a drip put in me and get bloods taken (which I hate). Cue almost 3 days of laying in a bed and having a shower after 2 days (Dfg, I now know how your bumhole must smell on a hot day) and lots of drugs later I am now out. My heart stopped shortly after I was admitted as I had no blood in me and so was on a drip constantly. As for pain relief as my gut had ruptured, it took 40 minutes for them to do the paperwork for one tablet. In short - most of the time was spent biting a pillow and cursing the ceiling...as well as shitting out even more blood in varying shades and quantities. With each passing hour I looked like death. Ironic as my heart didn't had enough blood to pump round.
However on the bright side I met a fit as fook nurse who lives near me, and is exactly the same as me in almost every way. Got her number and then went back to my University room to get my laptop and am now chilling at home as I need 10 days of rest in order for my gut to heal and the valium withdrawals to leave me (no painkillers, but lots of valium. Strange, eh?) Also had cameras and fingers up my arse which was a great topic of conversation. Here's a few photos for your amusement...
I had to inject myself with this much like my other injections. Subcutaneous blood thinner as I wasn't moving for over 24 hours other than to expel blood. Walk in the park, really. Even stole one as a souvenier.
Kept me sane.
You never know when life will kick you in the arse. Make the most of it. I also feel the need to say that despite my behaviour and treatment of my own body which has now been changed, my liver, kidneys, heart and all the other bits that you can tell from blood tests are fine. I was shocked, in all honesty as I take co-codamol on a daily basis which contains Paracetamol (APAP for Americans) which I don't like much due to it's Liver-killing properties. Also after being on a ward for 2 days where 3 of the 6 guys were there for smoking-related illnesses and were literally coughing up lung, I have decided to quit. Not smoked since 2am Monday and no cravings. Thank fuck, and that's that chapter closed. Yes, the odd spliff when I visit Amsterdam, but tobacco is a no-no.
In a way, this was something of a blessing in disguise. Plus that nurse quite enjoys texting me
might be a believer in fate. She has Borderline Personality Disorder, is from the same part of London as me, was addicted to Tramadol and hates things like Jack Wills/Abercrombie. Plus she's hot as hell. The new drugs I'm on to treat this infection are pretty good as I'm feeling normal now. Might head back to University tomorrow, but all my lectures are on hold as I had a meeting with my Faculty and Family to discuss it and although they all used to hate me, the lecturers were pretty chill.
I've learnt a lot these past few days.
To my surprise, there was a never-ending run of blood of all shades. Alarm bells were ringing. I stank of fags, sweat, beer, and everything else you could name. Including chinese takeaway my house ordered.
Anyways, I got her back home like the gentleman I am and went to A&E at 06:20, which was lucky as I was ballsed up to the max on beer and other drugs so could easily have a drip put in me and get bloods taken (which I hate). Cue almost 3 days of laying in a bed and having a shower after 2 days (Dfg, I now know how your bumhole must smell on a hot day) and lots of drugs later I am now out. My heart stopped shortly after I was admitted as I had no blood in me and so was on a drip constantly. As for pain relief as my gut had ruptured, it took 40 minutes for them to do the paperwork for one tablet. In short - most of the time was spent biting a pillow and cursing the ceiling...as well as shitting out even more blood in varying shades and quantities. With each passing hour I looked like death. Ironic as my heart didn't had enough blood to pump round.
However on the bright side I met a fit as fook nurse who lives near me, and is exactly the same as me in almost every way. Got her number and then went back to my University room to get my laptop and am now chilling at home as I need 10 days of rest in order for my gut to heal and the valium withdrawals to leave me (no painkillers, but lots of valium. Strange, eh?) Also had cameras and fingers up my arse which was a great topic of conversation. Here's a few photos for your amusement...
I had to inject myself with this much like my other injections. Subcutaneous blood thinner as I wasn't moving for over 24 hours other than to expel blood. Walk in the park, really. Even stole one as a souvenier.
Kept me sane.
You never know when life will kick you in the arse. Make the most of it. I also feel the need to say that despite my behaviour and treatment of my own body which has now been changed, my liver, kidneys, heart and all the other bits that you can tell from blood tests are fine. I was shocked, in all honesty as I take co-codamol on a daily basis which contains Paracetamol (APAP for Americans) which I don't like much due to it's Liver-killing properties. Also after being on a ward for 2 days where 3 of the 6 guys were there for smoking-related illnesses and were literally coughing up lung, I have decided to quit. Not smoked since 2am Monday and no cravings. Thank fuck, and that's that chapter closed. Yes, the odd spliff when I visit Amsterdam, but tobacco is a no-no.
In a way, this was something of a blessing in disguise. Plus that nurse quite enjoys texting me
might be a believer in fate. She has Borderline Personality Disorder, is from the same part of London as me, was addicted to Tramadol and hates things like Jack Wills/Abercrombie. Plus she's hot as hell. The new drugs I'm on to treat this infection are pretty good as I'm feeling normal now. Might head back to University tomorrow, but all my lectures are on hold as I had a meeting with my Faculty and Family to discuss it and although they all used to hate me, the lecturers were pretty chill.I've learnt a lot these past few days.
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Chilling at home now on a ton of tablets as I am highly contagious due to my Sister being in the same situation (just she was in hospital a few months ago). I wasn't even reckless with this girl, I just needed some company as I had a feeling things were bad due to me having to sleep on the floor the night before as it was cholic, chronic pain.
Needless to say, I've learnt my lesson and assuming I am back at University on Friday evening, I'll be on Friday and therefore on Teamspeak. My laptop microphone is fecked. That said I don't have a deathwish and it seems to come along when I look after myself. Not eating anything, strict medical regime and giving up my weird moral beliefs to become well again. 5 litres of drips later and a good team of Doctors with some funny old chaps on my ward got my going. No internet connection otherwise I'd have been here.
It may seem I have a death wish, but this flame ain't burnt out yet.
Glad to hear you're alright though. Ruptured asshole doesn't sound like something I'd ever want to go through!
Anyways, this is what actually caused it. Turns out the antibiotics I had for my tooth infection did me a LOT more harm than good. I had always known antibiotics aren't good for Crohn's, but this one almost killed me.
And yes I got a lecture about Chlamydia from the Doctors...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clostridium_difficile
That woman with the cup of tea was right, you do have cheek.
Good ol' Brits
PS. Totally going on a date with that Nurse.
Didn't know she was 19 though :eek:
Why in the world would you advise someone to not quit smoking?
Nicotine acts as a muscle relaxant, antispasmodic, anti inflamatory and alow dose background painkiller. It also is a low level anti-psycotic amongst many other things. I had assumed he had ulcerative colitus (because of surgery planned for the future, rather than surgery now) but re-reading, its crohns, that can be made worse through smoking but it takes around a year after quitting to get the full benefits of not smoking in crohns. His surgery is in a few months so the benefit to his crohns would be pretty minimul in stopping smoking before the surgery; the relaxing and anti spasmodic effects of nicotine would benefit him IMO - conversly, in quitting smoking he is stopping a set of chemicals that help with some symptoms - this is why he needs to speak with his consultant - the consultant may be of the opinion the benefits of stopping now make it worth while but may prescribe something to take over the job nicotine was doing.
I have known quite a few people who have quit smoking and it haas had a massive detremental effect on their health and quality of life - normally this is people over the age of 60 years. Whilst quitting smoking gave them some time they would have otherwise not had, quality of life was massivly effected by illness and disease that manifested itself due to the person not smoking.
Most healthcare professionals will not admit to this unless pushed very hard - they prefer to parrot 'smoking is bad, no way it can help you, stop today' - one of the very general messages they give out.
As for herbal medicine, apart from good quality hash from the Netherlands, I take supplements. Will check out your suggestion, Arkansan. Will also be taking life a lot slower now as I need time for my gut to heal up. On the funkiest antibiotics ever that don't go through your GI tract. That said, after eating my first bowl of cereal in a good few years, I am no longer shitting blood. Woohoo!
Which is where i come onto my next subject. First off, I'm trying to grow a beard after not shaving for 4 days or so whilst in Hospital. Secondly, I had a meeting with my Faculty and Parents and I don't have to hand my Dissertation in until after the Summer if I choose to because this could be a long-lasting thing, so the Faculty said. It's odd considering how much they come across as spiteful little bastards who don't get on with me - but put my Parents and medical forms in front of them and voila! First time I've ever had to use a concessions form. Well happy.
Oh, and the last point. Hello 5 years of unclaimed benefits for both mental health and my physical health. I am being modest though as I like my independence, but hey - can't complain. For once I can have my medical drinks by law, as they are my only nutrition, assisted travel bills and help with life in general.
Turns out spending 4 days in a Valium-induced haze with a potentially lethal infection paid off as the right people listened. It takes all sorts.
I don't live for family. I don't live to see the world change. It's friends that get me by - either by threats (ie: If you fucking jump, I will [insert something threatening here]) and this online community. When I reach a low point I look to the future, but I never see past say, next week. I need things to keep me going like monkey bars. Something to keep me swinging along in life (no, not swingers clubs) otherwise I just lose the plot. Staying detached is a creed of mine, and I try my best never to get too involved. I have my times, but can easily pull out - including thoughts of going the same route DKR (may or may not) had. If anything this episode has made me look forward to the surgery in the Summer. At least it's planned and calculated. Not a hashed job of emergency and beaurocracy. Plus, whatever anyone says about the NHS and Socialist-leaning welfare in the UK, they have kept me alive. You may have to wait a little while, but I'm blessed I was born in the UK.
Brohug.
I'm heading back to Hospital. Been up since since 5am with a repeat of everything
Keep us informed when you can, and good luck.
Managed to get a blood test done and have been prescribed the most potent prescription laxative to make sure I'm all cleaned out for Thursday. Just chilling at the Hospital earlier after nicking some lube for some unknown reason. Valium and me turn me into Fagin from Oliver, I swear. Any souvenier.
Also, I was contemplating posting this for a while, but this is a photo of what I've had to endure the past week. Warning - it is a photo of what the end result is. Double spoilered for your stomach. In short, a toilet bowl full of blood (and this is only a mild one). It's not a nice photo, but adds my well-known style of no dignity and honesty to the whole affair which has been my style with &T from day one. Just to throw some realism in there. Open at your own risk. It aint nice but hey.
Plus my theme for the past week. As well as being told my University work concessions have been approved (beats the popular hangover excuses as I have never handed work in late) so that's a huge weight off my mind.
Still passing blood but keeping the anxiety down with morphine (which lessens the frequency I have to get to the bog) and valium (as otherwise I end up panicking and that makes things worse). Plus I get lots of sedation on the day as I'm not sure if anyone else here has had endo/colonoscopies, but damn do they hurt as the person doing it has to pump you full of air to get a clear view. It's like having a fire extinguisher up your arse and you can feel your gut expand.
On a side note, it's pretty healthy to get a regular gut check up. It's a pretty easily-repairable part of your body, but check-ups are very useful to check for any tumors, sores or ulcers.
You got it! Last week when I had a half one I was on the bog longer than the time I was on my side biting the bed. Any more and I'd have left the gravitational pull of the Earth.
And lol, Beaver. it is true. As if Guys aren't bad enough.
Then again, girls farting are just wrong in every sense of the word.
Good news is that my gut isn't as bad as they thought. Plus I hold the current record for the most Entinox consumed in one sitting. Half a tank went pretty fast. The technician said "it's a lot like smoking Cannabis if you've ever had tha-"
my Consultant (doing it all) interrupted by saying "RemadE? Of course he does...what was the best smoke in Amsterdam then?"
It was like a super indica strain. Low voice, couchlock, shit was cash while watching my arse on screen and listening to Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit" with no sense of time. They were tickling my appendix while I was rambling on about the BNP and how I feel bad for making my ex pop her anal cherry while we were coked up.
In short, I was gone.
Oh and the bad news, surgery looks set to be brought forward a lot quicker as my gut is twited near my appendix, so bye-bye this semester. With the amount of time I'll have off, it's not worth hanging around so today begins the culmination of University (as far as I know) which will be confirmed by a phonecall on Monday.
Pretty hectic. Plus yes, Rodent, I was farting like no tomorrow while getting my "lower stomach" massaged by a fit as fuck student nurse, grinning like a cheshire cat. Was good.
And some more pics.
I got a phonecall this morning to say the surgery will be put off until the summer as the damage was not as bad as they, or I, thought and they cannot operate when I am on steroids which I currently have 6 weeks to go. Which is great as I am now back into the University swing of things. Went to my first lecture and my Faculty are really supportive. Was getting goosebumps and massive smiles as I walked into my class today (which no other student I know would get, being that they hate having to spend 2 hours a day sitting and making notes). Proper geared up and mentally on a high note so time to get cracking on.
Big sigh of relief.
Wish I could have taken photos of my intestines and stuck them up here. I could just about manage the iPod to select Jefferson Airplane when on Nitrous. Good shit :thumbsup:
As much as I bitch and moan about my University and others, they really have helped me out lately. Communication is the key, and honesty is the hand that turns it.
Went out with 2 house"mates" tonight and I was tired of being the nice guy. I've done so much for people during my last week of recovery so I thought why not? I went out to a crappy nightclub I hate but it was the company I went for. Myself and several girls.
Most of the time I was outside smoking morphine as I was in agony. Popped 25mg of Valium as nightclubs just get to me - but I knew I was in good company.
We headed down in a taxi, and as I'm honest I paid £2 toward the cost. If anything it was pretty much the full price as it's a popular route. So I didn't take my jacket - rather just had my Nikes, Jeans, a shirt and slip-on over it (like a wollen waistcoat) so as we were getting a taxi back, I thought it would save me a few quid on the cloakroom and I hand the "lead girl" £2 when we get into the club for the Taxi back as I can't afford to get cold and risk going into hospital again as the temperature has a huge effect on my gut and immune system. The benefits I will be receiving soon are for that exact purpose, to avoid walking and stressign my gut. I didn't even dance - I was just chilling with my house"mates" and their friends.
Anyway, the night passes and I get left by myself, cue the drinking outdoors chatting to strangers (thanks valium) and it gets to about 00:50hrs and I go to meet them. Totally ignored.
Go back outside.
I check my phone
"We got a taxi back as I'm shashedddddd" to that extent.
I run through the club, cigarette and beer in hand as I needed to get this Taxi home but they were long gone. Cue the 1.5 miles uphill walk home, in agony, having to sit on a cold bench feeling the blood moving towards my bowels and then trotting home because I knew it was going to be violent.
So they took my money, fucked my trust and knew I had to stay in the warm all because they were "drunk", when if anything I was by far the most intoxicated of the group. For the last 15 minutes I've been expelling blood from my lower end and if it weren't for the valium in my system I'd gladly stab whoever decided to leave me in the cold.
Once again, back to where I began. Never trust women, never trust anyone. Not even an apology or knock on my door yet their lights are on and I can hear them walking around. Got a 9am lecture but I'm shitting blood every 10 minutes - real thick, dark blood, and I'm in agony. As well as mental angst. Even Security said "it's a shame you don't have your machete any more, because with the way they treated you - I'd fucking turn a blind eye".
Absolutely fuming. Gonna be fun this next semester putting up with people I don't trust, owe me money and don't even have the balls to apologise even via text.
Needless to say, a night of morphine, shivering from the cold and boredom awaits me. Might turn my anger into University work. Which is also playing on my mind. Europe is going through a huge cold snap right now, and there's me feeling it to the bone - and gut. It seems really trivial - only a Taxi home, but any exposure which is prolonged combined with the warm sensation of shitting my boxers with dark, clotted blood, is enough to make anyone go to rock bottom. And I'm not even fully recovered yet. I just wanted a nice night out with some good friends which was rather spur-of-the-moment.
Women. Go do one. And not a penis - especially mine. Sit on a fucking machete and swivel.
24/7.
Sorry for not responding before.
I have a lot of time on my hands, and tonight I will be reading that and applying every single sentence to what I am going through, and going to go through. Analysis of the highest order - just like I do with books. Hang on every word and digest it over hours.
As for Dfg, after my surgery I want to travel and believe me, the outlaw appeal of Pakistan is wanted me to go there at some point. You know I'll always keep in touch (I know, I can't always get on TS) but this place is family for me. Currently at home with my family and it's beginning to snow so maybe it will be a while before I get to Universiity again. I just need to really exercise self-control. I called my social worker and said "look [name], I am on the verge of harming others. I need an intervention. Come and take me away. You are down the end of my road and I can see you when I leave my front door. FUCKING DO IT!" but all they said was "we are meeting up next week, so watch a film and wait for your Dad to pick you up..what are you watching?"
"American Psycho"
"Why?"
"Because I hate women and have homicidal urges that I hide behind my facade of sanity which is slipping at a faster rate"
"Well at least it's a film, keep distracted"
"You didn't listen to a word I said, did you?"
"What?"
*hangs up*
These are the people I have to deal with. No wonder there are cases like Baby P. In short I'm looking at either moving at Uni or thinking of ways to cope, because if I see those people I will fuck them up. Got a "coping with emotions" group on Tuesday which I doubt will help. All that can help is me, so that's why I'm taking the time to read what Beaver posted and enjoy my family company before watching Full Metal Jacket
http://www.quickmeme.com/Scumbag-Intestines/?upcoming
Kind of had a hard time laughing
Hit me up on Skype bro, I got something to discuss with you.