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I'll be doing the same post-brexit and the NHS is inevitably privatised.

SOLID FOOOOOOOOOD! YES!

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel...well to this first part of the process. I have to admit, and most probably down to the epidural drugs making me super emotional in the ICU, I couldn't see an end to all this. It's the lowest I think I've ever felt. But being back on the ward and eating solid food and drinking all the cups of tea - ALL OF THEM, I feel fantastic. Though, I'm still getting used to having 2 feet of my guts being removed and I'm a bit iffy on my feet. The evil physiotherapists are kicking my butt getting that sorted though. The only thing keeping me in hospital now is getting my weight and strength back up, being able to walk up stairs ('cos I live in an upstairs flat) and being signed off by the Ileostomy team after proving I can cope with it by myself. Then, I'm home bound. Woooooooooo.

If all goes well, some time down the line, an ileostomy reversal. This is providing that the Crohns has died down and doesn't flare back up. Then, normality... ish. I'm gonna have a life of keeping the Crohn's in check. Either, and this is how I intend on going, drug free and regular tests to make sure it doesn't flare up (and a return of Modulen) or, a series of steroids which have their own issues and side effects to deal with. At least, I should be home soon.

Edition: the meal replacement isn't completely gone... the dietitian is having me drink this high energy high calorie Fortijuce stuff but since I weigh 48 kilograms I'm not gonna argue with him.

Im out intensive care. Im high as a kite, but thaks you gys. Ill update later better wen I'm not in super slow mode and flying. Thanks

in the ICU mainly for observations and the epidural. The epidural didnt work and only effects my legs and not much of my bowel. so they pumped a hell of lot more in. Means im in agoney and cant feel or move my legs. Its a horrifying thing straining with your mind to wiggle your big toe/ legs and nothing happens. They removed a lot more than the first planned of my bowel cos it was i flamed.not gonna lie. This painful. Aaarrgg.

I had my tonsils out as a kid and was under a general anesthetic but all I remember of that is the 'magic cream' they put on the back of my hand and being told to count back from ten. Which, yeah I never got far counting back. Four weeks ago when I finaly dragged myself to the GP who sent me straight to hospital -- 11pm that night; I had a general anesthetic to have a drain fitted-cut open the abscess and stuck in what looks like a hand full of drinking straws-poking out and dribbling blood and puss into a bag glued to my abdomen. They've since removed the straw things, which were super uncomfortable, and I'm left with the fistula hole about 2 inches wide in the area where my appendix is. It's still dribbling periodically into a bag on my abdomen. P.S. The bags suck. Fuckers keep leaking and I end up with puss and blood filling my crotch. But they are the only times.

Other than that, I had skin grafts on my feet 'cos I burnt them; that's a story for another day. 'Gromit's' or you guys might call them 'tubes' put in my ears but I cant remember if I was knocked out for those (crafty anesthetists). A few stitches on my knee from playing 'blind mans buff' and fell down an open manhole that no one warned me about. A piece of fiberglass removed from my eyeball from touring a biscuit making factory. And plastic surgery on my ear lobes 'cos I had flesh tunnels and one split but I was awake for that. Some asthma, a few broken bones and a period of chronic migraines rounds out my medical history. [EDIT] Now with the addition of Crohns.

When I was lying on the bed in the anesthetists room, and may I say that it's awfully odd to be then handed the consent form and being asked 'do you know what is about to happen to you', right before they pump you full of drugs and send you off to cloud cuckoo land, I thought they were trying to kill me. One held a mask over my mouth and asked me to basically hypoxiate (is that a word? *shrugs*) myself by taking giant panic breaths while another injected something into a canula with a comedy sized needle and another gripped my wind pipe. I was worried it wasn't gonna work and ZZzzzzzzzzzzz The easy way! I woke up 2am on the recovery ward. I have sketchy memories of that. Drifting in and out of consciousness. Some disembodied voice saying my name and asking if I'm okay. A few morphines later I was on a different ward and being asked if I would like a cup of tea and some biscuits. I'd say that that might be the best cup of tea I've ever had but I'm reserving that title for when I I'm not on a water and Modulen only diet. Lets just get this done and over with already so I can have that cup of tea.

I am inclined to agree being that I trust them with my life (a touch over-dramatic... maybe). I have to doff my cap to the nurses - elbow deep in peoples piss, shit and blood daily, and most do it with a smile. It takes a certain kind of person to do the job they do and it's not something I think I could do. They are legends, and their staying chipper, no matter the situation, makes the whole thing a lot more tolerable.

As an update;  the surgery I was trying to avoid, will be next week at some point. I've lost weight the last three weighings and staving off surgery was conditional on gaining it. If they seen that my health/weight plateaus or declines they are more encouraged to operate. It would have been sooner but the surgeon assigned to me has gone on holiday. The NHS must be paying well... lols. At this point, I just want it done - lets get this ball rolling. The sooner the better so I can move past this chapter and eat solid food again. *Sigh*

Nah, mainly updating it so after I've gone to Winchester and waited for it all to blow over, I can look back at the thread and be embarrassed.

Skype night!

(live from a hospital bed somewhere in England )

I've nothing to add - not being a big game player but as a noob, it all scans okay. Once the creases have been ironed out, id be happy to help out making the elements for a Tabletop Simulator version.

I've not really had any issues like this, but then I'm of the mind that seeing a doctor is the last resort and must be at deaths door to do so. Ive had a bad stomach on/off for a while but nothing I couldn't tolerate or put down to something I ate. That must have been the crohns doing a number on me that started this whole thing. Yes, it was probably all preventable with the od visit to see a gp, but pig headed me doesn't need to see a doctor for i am not dying.  Turns out when I did eventually peel off to see one, i had sepsis and things were heading south fast. Such is life. I know the ileostomy is in my future and this is me just stavving it off for a while cos i hate the whole thing but *shrugs*

I am not a QR code!

Tell it, brother!

Day 8 of the NHS tour of painkillers - The TLDR: Crohns disease with a ruptured appendix causing an abscess that perforated my bowl is what they are saying. Now I have a drain in my gut and a liquid only diet. Ive poo pooed one option they put infront of me. Mainly cos id rather explore other options than cutting out a section of my bowl. Yes, I seem to be trapped in that Scrubs stereotype where the docs want to use medicine and surgeons want to cut me open. Lols