So this is how ****** my life has been recently. I had a resection performed on 24th August for a perforated ileum and have been recovering nicely and started Humira, started to gain weight and have been pain free for the first time in a long, long, long time. Things were really looking up. I felt happier, more positive and gained a much fresher and more mature outlook on life. Then last Friday I open up the office, turned on the computers, ordered a cup of tea from the cafe downstars and started work.
My tea arrived after about 10 minutes and the delivery girl found me on the floor clutching my chest and gasping for air. I believed I was having a heart attack and was about to die and I remember thinking how ironic this was to die of a heart attack after all the Crohn's crap I had been through. Anyway, I was taken to the ER where I had a chest x ray which ruled out a heart condition and a CT scan which diagnosed a blockage in one of the peripharal arteries in my lungs. I was admitted, put on oxygen and anti-coagulants and stayed in for 7 days. I left hospital today with a bag full of medication and am due back in on Monday for a check up to see if my blood has thinned out sufficiently. I have to inject myself 4 times a day and have also been prescribed Warfarin.
In retrospect I should have known what would happen. An embolism is very common after major surgery and I had some symptoms such as night cramps, cold knees, pins and needles in my thighs. I realised these symptoms were due to being immobile for a few weeks following the surgery but did not know they would develop into a fully fledged Pulmonary Embolism.
I honestly feel like I have been hit by a truck and I am scared of this happening again which is a possibility my 24 year old doctor told me. And next time there is a possibility it could be much worse.
This all really sucks!!!! I am tired of being sick. Tired of doctors. Tired of nurses. Tired of hospitals and medication. I want my life back and if I can't have it back then what's the ******* point of carrying on?
My tea arrived after about 10 minutes and the delivery girl found me on the floor clutching my chest and gasping for air. I believed I was having a heart attack and was about to die and I remember thinking how ironic this was to die of a heart attack after all the Crohn's crap I had been through. Anyway, I was taken to the ER where I had a chest x ray which ruled out a heart condition and a CT scan which diagnosed a blockage in one of the peripharal arteries in my lungs. I was admitted, put on oxygen and anti-coagulants and stayed in for 7 days. I left hospital today with a bag full of medication and am due back in on Monday for a check up to see if my blood has thinned out sufficiently. I have to inject myself 4 times a day and have also been prescribed Warfarin.
In retrospect I should have known what would happen. An embolism is very common after major surgery and I had some symptoms such as night cramps, cold knees, pins and needles in my thighs. I realised these symptoms were due to being immobile for a few weeks following the surgery but did not know they would develop into a fully fledged Pulmonary Embolism.
I honestly feel like I have been hit by a truck and I am scared of this happening again which is a possibility my 24 year old doctor told me. And next time there is a possibility it could be much worse.
This all really sucks!!!! I am tired of being sick. Tired of doctors. Tired of nurses. Tired of hospitals and medication. I want my life back and if I can't have it back then what's the ******* point of carrying on?