emergency room

It’s been a while since I’ve been here. I was doing quite well until recently and now I’m sadly back needing support from those who understand.

Just over a week ago I was taken to the emergency room with severe abdominal pain. I spent 12 hours in the ER only to be told it was likely a ruptured ovarian cyst (due to my history of PCOS), given painkillers and sent home. This was on the Friday evening into Saturday morning. On Sunday evening I returned to the ER with the same pain, and waited 9 hours to be told it was a UTI, be given antibiotics and sent home. Wednesday I saw my GP and was referred to gynaecology, where I was inpatient until Friday. I had an ultrasound which revealed nothing, and the only abnormalities they’ve found is the UTI, which doesn’t explain the amount of pain I’ve been in (an amount that requires morphine). I finished my course of antibiotics and still being in pain, went to see my GP again today. My GP gave me more antibiotics and painkillers but still doesn’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m incredibly lucky to have the most amazing friends who will sit in the ER with me for hours on end, as well as answer their phones at all hours of the day should I need them, but it’s incredibly frustrating that nobody can figure out what’s wrong with me and they’re still just throwing drugs at me. #ChronicPain #UndiagnosedIllness #severepain #EmergencyRoom #Hospital #gynaecology

Last night I was at A&E. I had been having palpitations and was breathless. I was there for 7-8 hours and in that time had blood tests, another ECG and a chest x-ray, all of which came back fine.

So now I just have to accept it is anxiety. And that the attacks are every day and unpredictable. And I don’t even have to be anxious to get them. Fun times.

I slept all day when I got back. I was absolutely exhausted. Didn’t work for that reason.

#Anxiety #palpitations #breathlessness #AnxietyAttack #AnxietyAttacks #ER #EmergencyRoom #BloodTests

I experienced ovarian torsion on Sunday. I was in the ER most of yesterday. I have a 5cm ovarian cyst. One doctor was talking surgery. Once he left they basically said because of my "complex surgical history" they were sending me home to wait it out. 🙃🥲 #OvarianCyst #ovariantorsion #EmergencyRoom #NecrotizingFasciitis #Sepsis

Thank you to everyone who left such kind messages. My apologies that I haven’t responded, yesterday was overwhelming and I felt unable to do more than read everyone’s regards.

For those who didn’t catch my comments on the original post, I ended up going to the hospital after I phoned NHS Direct as they were concerned about my heart and lungs. I had an ECG, chest X-Ray and blood tests, and luckily nothing came back abnormal and I was given oxygen, a mild sedative and then sent home to rest and relax.

I ended up texting two of these “friends”, to tell them what had happened and hopefully make them see that words and actions have consequences. I spoke at length about doing this to my best friend and my partner, and both advised me to say what I needed to say then mute the conversation. When I came back a while later, both had replied despite me telling them a reply was unnecessary. One gave me a genuine, heartfelt apology, accepting their responsibility for the situation and realising that I may not accept their apology or forgive them for what they did, but asking that I acknowledge their apology. The other said that the whole situation was bullsh*t, that they “didn’t know how to deal with someone who has multiple chronic and mental illnesses” and that the whole situation was unfair on everyone involved, but also acknowledged that all that probably pales in comparison to what I’ve been through these past 2 days. I really don’t know what to do now. On the one hand one seemed genuinely sorry, and like they wanted me back in the group, and even said that they’d been thinking about everything they’d said since they said it, and the other felt less sincere, like they were trying to pass off what happened as my fault, rather than taking responsibility for their words and actions. #MentalHealth #physicalhealth #HospitalVisit #EmergencyRoom

Last month I had a car accident, I was hit from behind. Initially refused medical treatment at the scene, but as I sat while the cop documented everything, and the adrenaline had time to come down, I realized I had actually needed help, and went to the ER. I didn’t know I needed my car insurance info for an accident, and wasn’t 100% on my chances of getting back to the car, getting the right thing, and getting back in the building, so the lady gave me a form and said I had five days to submit my information (which I did, and I faxed it, so I’ve got proof!), or they’d bill me directly...which they also did. 🤦🏼‍♀️🤬 The bill was $1300. 😳 They did actually work on me, and they did actually help me, but I also spent about half the time I was there, alone, watching Two and a Half Men reruns, and I’m honestly just not sure Jon Cryer is that funny. 😆 #Vent #ididmypart #whyyounotdoyours #somepeople