So, home from hospital and my only job was to heal from the op... boorrring! Andy had to go back to work because he had had so much time off, so I was mostly home alone. I spent a lot of time reading novels and sleeping.
The district nurse had been round and removed the staples from my wound and the stoma nurse was coming weekly to check on me too.
In general, although each day things were getting better, I was still in pain and quite uncomfortable. On day 19 post op, I was in agony in my tummy. At first I thought it was just the normal trapped wind or post op pain, but it continued through the night until eventually I conceded and Andy called an ambulance because I was in so much pain, I didn’t feel I could travel in the car. The 999 operator took down all of the details and told Andy that someone would call back within two hours. As it was about 2am, Andy told me to try to get some sleep. I had taken the maximum doses of morphine and paracetamol and must’ve dozed off because the next thing I knew there was an ambulance in the driveway and two paramedics knocking on the door. It’s quite surreal having paramedics in your bedroom at 4am, hooking you up to all sorts of machinery! Anyway, they said we had done the right thing by calling and decided to take me in.
When I arrived at A and E, they pumped me full of morphine again and arranged for a CT scan. My bloods showed that my inflammatory markers were high, but the scan showed no sign of infection. The pain became more intermittent and they kept me in overnight for observation, but no real reason was given for the flair up.
