Goodbye, hospital. I'm going home!

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.

5 weeks in hospital.
5 weeks in stockings (DVT stockings)
5 days in intensive care.
3 different hospital wards.
3 CT scans.
1 diagnosis of Crohn's disease.
1 bout of sepsis.
2 Surgeries.
5 Surgeons.
1 Bowel Specialist.
2 Dietitians.
2 Physiotherapists.
2 feet of bowel removed.
20 centimetre vertical scar on my belly with-
20 staples.
1 abscess-fistulating with drain fitted
1 Ileostomy
3 days with an epidural oopsy induced paralysis that only worked on my legs.
2 days of being 'Nil By Mouth'.
A never ending liquid diet/a gajillion scoops of Modulen. (Fuck Modulen)
Uncountable 'sharp scratch'-es (injections).
Unrecordable amount of vials of blood taken.
1 flock of heavenly nurses. (NHS: please pay them well, they deserve it)
1 'Nurse Ratchet' type Sister on the ward.
Ones dignity... depleted
The ratio of 'People who have seen my junk to not' has seen considerable changes.
All of the pain killers. ALL OF THEM.

Monetary cost to the NHS... considerable.
Monetary cost to me... none.

~Bed baths included free of charge

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.

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A memorable bivouac at Mordor?

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. tongue

Dear diary, today the doctors said as long as everything looks good, and my weight begins to increase, then they will delay surgery to get enough distance from the sepsis I was suffering when I first went to hosp[ital. But, if my weight plateaus, or decreases, or stats look bad, they'll operate. I'm happy in this limbo period where nothing is happening. #NoIleostomy! Historically, my monitored weight has gone down - I lost 3 kilos last week alone. so surgery was looking inevitable. That is until... I got weighed yesterday and, I went from 54.3kgs to 54.9kgs. In your face, surgeons! No surgery today! Here's to delaying the inevitable!

Skype night!

(live from a hospital bed somewhere in England tongue)

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.

As an Englishman, I'm so over our government. Last time someone tried to scrap the whole thing, Hugo Weaving starred in a movie vaguely about it wearing an anonymous mask tongue

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 being set free and released home for the weekend. I've sort of reached an impasse with the doctors. They want to chop out the perforated and bad bits of bowel but that means first diverting my gut and fitting an ileostomy (don't google what that is - it will ruin your day) but I'm refusing it; the ileostomy part. It's not always reversible and I wouldn't agree to one if it wasn't. They won't perform the surgery without first doing the ileostomy incase the cutting out of the broken bits of bowel and reconnecting it doesnt take and leaks. Leaving me in a worse position than I am in now. So, until I agree to it, theres not much I can do. They are keeping my bed and I'm allowed home for the weekend - stuck on a regimented diet of Modulen (a meal replacement sort of like soylent but for crohns disease sufferers) and water. With a drain attached to my stomach - draining the puss from the abscess - it's not like i can live it up with the weekend of freedom. It will be taking it easy with the cat.