Saturday night at A&E!!!!

Well happy Sunday evening to you all bloggers! I did say if i was bored you might get two blogs yesterday and you almost did except then i decided to go partying down at a & e, what a way to spend saturday night.....

All started fairly peacefully I was kind of chilling around the house doing a bit of work, watching the box and helping the boys make choccy cake, which was quite amusing. I felt a bit tired and thought id have a sleep which just didnt really happen (yes betty that was you keep coming in and out choosing 10 outfits!) and then yasmin popped round for a bit of a chat so gave up on the sleep idea, cooked the dinner instead and went to take connor to bed. STOP! Hold on a minute something yukky, was I leaking, no, oh my god but boy was I swollen down there and in pain.

It's about 9.30pm at this point, ring consultant (yes i have his phone number get me), yep off to a & e and check if you have an infection he advises, i'll tell the gynae team you are coming. Cool I think, oops need someone to take me otherwise i need to drag phil and connor out so poor Yas is called back and off we trot.

Its now about 11pm, some very interesting people in A & E with not very many clothes on it has to be said. See the nurse, can i have a urine sample he says, sure i say and roll up my trouser leg, a funny moment taking a urine sample just like that, think i might have to try a urinal next (god girls i am only joking!).

Now about midnight, lying on a bed in a hospital gown in a shared room with a curtain seperating me and the other gynae patient. blooming gynae had only had to go off and do an emergency caesarian, thanks mate, but you know what it was worth it all to hear the conversation next door. Stupid other gynae patient is worried cos she keeps being sick, whats wrong with her, shes 8 weeks pregnant, been down a & e four times in the last week, boy is she going to have a long pregnancy! honestly some people, no other blooming symptoms but her partner is worried because in his work he meets an awful lot of people from around the world and hes worried hes caught some rare, tropical disease and passed it on, what does he do i hear you ask, is he a pilot, IT Director perhaps or an international translator, nope hes a bus driver at heathrow airport! can you believe it. Doctor says, deadpan, do you have any symptoms of a deadly tropical disease?, no he says! Well i think you can go then he says.

I am like lying on this gurney trying not to piss myself laughing, except i am, i cant help myself, hold on a minute, only had a couple of gulps of some revolting strawberry water and i've peed over a litre, what is going on, told you i was becoming obsessed with the darn stuff, great colour though ;-) Finally its my turn, I see the gynae and then some registrar and consultant rock up, heard all about me from my consultant (like 6 hours ago by this time), anyway quite dismissive, all my symptoms are apparently perfectly normal for someone whos had their ovaries transposed, so is there anything else wrong with me? well apart from having cancer i say no i'm absolutely grand. Stupid bloody question. Back home, time stealing monster has been, its now 2.30am!
(Have you noticed me swearing a lot in this blog, i do apologise its been a tough 24 hours.)

Off i go to my little room, feeling down, got to put on my night catheter, i just so desperately want to get rid of this thing and i havent had a poo for a week either. Bloaty monster. Wake up with an awful sensation, shit my leg is lying on my catheter lead, its backing up, move leg, phew it drains off, disaster averted. Wake up, feel fed up, nothing has changed, still got catheter, pee is no longer good colour, cant believe first thing i think about is pee when i wake up, i will never ever take my bladder for granted again.

Lovely gorgeous amazing friends coming round, with food, later, hoorah. Hubby still in bed, check, son playing x box, check, no ones been fed, check and lumleys locked in kitchen, its nearly 11am, blooming heck. Stressed but just know i've got to stop worrying about eveything, what can i do, i can get connor off that game, feed him (with his help) and help him do his homework. Leave the washing up, lucky hubby.

Connor little angel, does his homework albeit rather slowly and after managing to con me into watching program on tv with him and then helps me hoover and dust the front room. Got to keep up appearances at least around the house. I look a scruff, I know it ( and before you say i dont i know for me i do) but people coming in half an hour and cant wear a single normal thing, oh well at least you cant see the scars with a big tracky top on.

Friends what would you do without them, make you laugh, make you cry (michelle your card was just beautiful that i received this week), i feel so bad i cant even keep up with the thank yous frankly, just know and have it publicly stated here i love you all and i have a little plan but i cant share it with you yet ;-) You are my strength and my energy, still havent heard from f''ing parents but even if i did it would not be anything positive so why do i even care or bother.

I heard from a couple of old friends this week whom i have lost touch with, a real shame and i'm sad this is what has brought us back into contact, why cant we all just love each other all the time but i guess this is what the experience teaches you, cant wait to meet up with them next week, unfortunately one of them has cancer too so a lot to talk about, i hope we can help each other.

Lovely lunch, thanks lads, everyone is exhausted, phils sister pops in on way back up north from london, feel bad her big birthday has almost passed me by i've been so preoccupied. Lovely to see them, more blooming tears, just when you thought you didnt have any more another lot comes along. Always love their company. Hope to see them again really really soon, love you if you are reading this. x

And now there is just me (oh and the beep of the sodding dishwasher), the boys have gone to bed and i'm writing my blog and watching c**p tv.

I'm really excited, why i hear you cry, cos hopefully i get rid of this darned catheter tomorrow, pray for me that i can pee on my own when they fill me up tomorrow! and my consultant is such a sweetie, hes going to come and look at my swollen bits, check i'm ok.

I guess thats it bloggers, i'll catch up with you tomorrow. Oh one last thing, sorry hubby for being a mare, just too much of a perfectionist, i know you've been trying and i know its hard for you. I love you and I know you love me and I am very grateful for the support, honest, just could you please please get up with connor in the morning and feed him and bring me a cup of tea at 8am................... ;-)