Quick précis -
Infliximab infusion - epic fail! But gave me a brief taste of constipation!
Constipation resulted in what was thought to be a thrombosed hemmy - that made a rather colorful explosion in my toilet bowl!
The excruciating pain drove me to hospital (actually - the driving part was horrendous! Had to get my mum to collect me!! Ouch!!)
Surgery conducted - not by my preferred CRS - who was on holidays.
Sent home .... Hmm ... Painful!!
The pain seemed to worsen. It literally felt like a burning stick had been rudely shoved up my butt. I was in agony. Endone did nothing. Neither did lignocaine, Emla, or rectogesic. Sitz baths numerous times per day, was down to one small bowl of noodles per day. The thought of having a bm put me into paroxysms of fear. When they did happen - I was traumatized. Just rolling over in bed involved so much pain I had to steel myself to do it for about five minutes prior.
My mum came over to do my errands on Thursday - and brought me back to the hospital. I had the admitting doc approach me with a sigmoidy thingy. My mum nearly punched him! I told him no way - he could look at the outside if he was gentle - but no entry without anasthetic. He then understood a little better once he had a look.
Morphine - my new friend - finally delivered relief. Finally saw the CRS the next day. He ordered pain relief and took a cautious see how we go approach. My cries of pain accompanied by grunting and various other animalistic sounds terrified my very lovely 82 year roomie who was in to get a skin cancer on her leg removed. Poor dear could Not escape!! By the end of the day - he booked me in for an EUA early this morning.
My mum came over to do my errands on
Infliximab infusion - epic fail! But gave me a brief taste of constipation!
Constipation resulted in what was thought to be a thrombosed hemmy - that made a rather colorful explosion in my toilet bowl!
The excruciating pain drove me to hospital (actually - the driving part was horrendous! Had to get my mum to collect me!! Ouch!!)
Surgery conducted - not by my preferred CRS - who was on holidays.
Sent home .... Hmm ... Painful!!
The pain seemed to worsen. It literally felt like a burning stick had been rudely shoved up my butt. I was in agony. Endone did nothing. Neither did lignocaine, Emla, or rectogesic. Sitz baths numerous times per day, was down to one small bowl of noodles per day. The thought of having a bm put me into paroxysms of fear. When they did happen - I was traumatized. Just rolling over in bed involved so much pain I had to steel myself to do it for about five minutes prior.
My mum came over to do my errands on Thursday - and brought me back to the hospital. I had the admitting doc approach me with a sigmoidy thingy. My mum nearly punched him! I told him no way - he could look at the outside if he was gentle - but no entry without anasthetic. He then understood a little better once he had a look.
Morphine - my new friend - finally delivered relief. Finally saw the CRS the next day. He ordered pain relief and took a cautious see how we go approach. My cries of pain accompanied by grunting and various other animalistic sounds terrified my very lovely 82 year roomie who was in to get a skin cancer on her leg removed. Poor dear could Not escape!! By the end of the day - he booked me in for an EUA early this morning.
My mum came over to do my errands on