I didn't have a chance to write more after the last update because when I went to see the doctor he told me I had to have surgery again for yet another peri rectal abscess! He was in shock and couldn't suss it out, which made me feel even more worried. Two in one week is a bit bizarre. He asked if I had eaten when I was at his office and I said yes, so he said he could do it with local anesthetic. Anyone who has read my ER visit last year will know that there was NO WAY IN HELL that I would let anyone ever cut me without being unconscious again. I was quite happy to wait one more day with some pain than to have that happen again. So, that night my mother came in so she could go to the doctors with me. This time they had the demerol ready afterwards. Last time even though I told them I would need it they tried to fob me off with some percaset - which makes me puke my brains out.
I was out from work the day of surgery and the next day. I saw the doctor the day after and he was still perplexed, though happily this time he said that there was a lot of puss and not just blood. Of course I was told that I have to have a colonoscopy for sure, no getting out of this time. It's probably for the best as I've been so bloated the last few months and my insides are schizophrenic. The dr still doesn't think it's Crohn's, and I've done a bit of research myself. I suppose it could be but I don't think so. Not that I'm hoping for any one of these, but for all the symptoms I have I've narrowed it down to a few possibilities. Hopefully (touch wood) it's just IBS, and we shall find out in a few weeks when I have the colonoscopy.
The main problem was with timing as I was off to London on the 1st of May, just four days after the second surgery! I rang the airlines and asked if I could upgrade one way, and they kept saying nope, because you used miles for the ticket, but to ask at the airport. You'd think they'd be nicer to loyal customers! When I got to the airport I asked the check-in man, and he said he couldn't, but was at least nice enough to block the seat next to me. Only problem was that it was a bulkhead which was good, but not when you want to spread out as you can't lift the armrest. Oh well. When I got to the gate I asked again, and I have to say the woman working there was such a nasty cow! No sympathy let alone any assistance and such a bitch! I hope she has to have this surgery and then sit on her arse for 8 hours and see how she likes it! I normally wouldn't say that but she truly was an horrible person! So I get on the plane and ask one of the flight attendants if they could help me, and of course, she checks w/ her head person and no result. At this point I'm getting beyond desperate. I try to get myself sorted in the seat and have my legs over the arm rest onto the other seat, but of course I'm leaning on my right hip at this point and well, that hip was not happy even w/ the lido patch on it. After we took off I couldn't sit anymore so I made a little spot on the floor with blankets and pillows and curled up. Of course then another flight attendant comes over and tells me I can't do that in case we hit turbulence, blah blah blah. I looked at him and was about to cry. I told him the situation and he was kind, and said he'd see if he could get someone in the back w/ extra seats to switch. I didn't think he could because if I had three seats to lay down on I wouldn't switch either to a bulkhead. He came back to collect the rubbish from everyone and said he was still working on it. Fair enough - I held out as much as possible. Then he ran up to the front, leaving his cart just sitting there, and came back a few mins later saying he'd sorted out something and would be back when he was done. Miracle of miracles, he had told the first class purser my situation and that I didn't need any extra attention, just a place to lay down and the bloke had agreed. Thank G-d! This very nice man took me up front, showed me how to recline the seat into a bed and for the remaining few hours I was able to lie on my stomach. I would not have made it otherwise, that's for sure.
The first few days in London were a little rough but I managed okay. By the end of the week I think the cut was healed up for the most part. The flight back wasn't bad for the bum at least. The rest of me was not happy and I am so so glad I now order the wheelchair assistance because there is no way I would have been able to walk off that plane and through the terminal. My whole body was in pain from the pressure on the flight, plus all the walking I had done during my visit.
So now I'm back and have the colonoscopy scheduled in a few weeks. Yesterday I caved and rang my hand/wrist doctor because my right hand has been getting worse and worse and the last week with the camera threw it into pain overdrive. I believe it was over a year ago that I saw Dr. Melone and he gave me an injection. He said if it didn't work I'd need surgery. It lasted maybe a month or so and then, well, I had the whole ER and one surgery after another to deal with on the opposite end, so ignored it as much as possible. Lately though I've taken to rubbing my wrist in with lidocaine cream which seems to be the only way to get through the day. I am still wearing the splint at night, mostly, and it's not doing much of anything. Therefore, I caved and made an appointment to go see him. Trust me, I really don't want to. I don't even have many days off left for this crap, but I don't know if I can wait with the pain for another 7 months to have it sorted. I will hear what he says about the surgery and if it is a quick recovery or not and then will make a decision.
Also because of all that's been going on I've been quite remiss on my PT and the neck and jaw are acting up quite a lot. Started doing some PT last night and will be going to see the acupuncturist this week as well. Praying for some pain relief.
Like I always say, never a dull moment.
