Saturday 6 May 2017

What Happened?

One minute I was happily contemplating my garden and the next I was ripped from my wellies and on a 'plane to the big hospital in the city.

Seven weeks ago:

I had a kidney stone which introduced me to the local ER night shift (sad to say it was the B team or possibly the C or D). The little blighter shifted enough for the PAIN to decrease and get me booted out but refused to travel that last inch to freedom.

Six weeks:

CT scan to see what was going on. Yup, stone was still there and a whole lot more!!!!

Five weeks: Fancier scan.

Crap-it is a whacking great aneurysm!

Vascular surgeon sees the pictures over his breakfast and chokes on his cornflakes.

This is where my wellies and I were parted.

Wonderful vascular team and someone called the intervention radiologist fix it.

More PAIN.

While I'm incarcerated I get to see the gynae team about all the other stuff the original scan turned up. This team is headed by the Ice Queen. I shall cut you from stem to stern she says and whip out everything. I am tempted to say I guess my bikini days are over but I know it won't play well with this crowd.

Ice Queen gave me four weeks to recover from aneurysm before getting her hands on me. Well, that would be fine, if I hadn't had complications. Back to ER where fortunately the A team was on deck. Any fool could see it was a nightmare of a shift but they were still efficient, professional, cheerful and kind. I did glimpse one of the B team nurses and I gave her the stink eye. It was one of my best, she felt it alright.

We are now eleven days away from when IQ thinks we meet again. Not so fast lady, my amazing and wonderful sixteen yr old doctor here is monitoring the situation and says she will happily cancel on IQ if I don't pick up, or was that perk up, not sure.

There you have it. At least this time I'm prepared, new nighties, hair done, pedicure arranged (the wellie feet were a little embarrassing).

I'm not sure about keeping up the blog but I didn't want to leave my blog friends, who are really just as important to me as any other friend, without an explanation. I'm not giving up on reading your posts which have been an oh so welcome escape over the last few weeks. Thanks Everyone.


  1. That is bizarre and frightening. Good luck!

  2. ..... And you have still got your humour in tact, good for you! Sending you lots of love and hugs for a speedy recovery.
    Wren x

  3. Oh my! I am sorry that you have been so ill and in pain. It is the luck of the draw when you go to any ER anyplace. I hope you get better soon.

  4. So sorry to hear you are going through all that. Best wishes for a full and speedy recovery. There's gardening to do!

  5. Oh, our frail bodies. Sending love and healing your way.

  6. Sounds terrible! Hope you fully recover soon!

  7. Sounds like a nightmare! Sounds like you are in good hands (maybe you should give the IQ the stink eye!) and hope for a positive outcome for you!

  8. OMG Susan! That is scary/terrible! Make sure to stand up to bully doctors, and make sure they explain everything that is happening to you properly. The days of good bedside manor is gone with many I am afraid. I hope you make a speedy recovery but it seems to be dragging out!

  9. Dear Susan - I wrote a comment earlier but it appears to have gone walk abouts.
    What a terrible journey you have just gone through, but also it seems that luck was on your side too. If it had not been for your fancier scan would the aneurysm still have been discovered?
    Best wishes for your remaining operation, and hope that you are soon feeling better and stronger.
    hope that we will still see you here from time to time when you are settled back home again.
    Take care.

  10. Holy Shineola! Thank god your sense of humor is still intact! Sixteen Y/O doctor - snort! I am hoping that the next round (in whomever's hands) goes smoothly and you will be reacquainted with your willies in no time. Post when you can and know I am thinking about you.

  11. Sounds like a painful experience. Hope you don't ever have to go through that again. - Margy

  12. Thinking of you and I hope you are doing better.