You know on facebook how sometimes in the sidebar you can see your status from the same day in previous years? Well I was just looking in my diary- I keep a health diary otherwise it would all be a blur! On 27-10-10 I had one of the worst days of my illness to date. I had been unwell for days but resisting it like you wouldn’t believe. On the preceding labour day Monday I had been at a lunch BBQ with friends when pain struck, instead of causing a scene I tried to hold it in, by the end of the BBQ I quietly called my sister to collect me and vomited the whole way home just from the gravity of the physical pain.
Two days later on the 27th my younger sister (who also suffers from endo) took a bad turn and I had to rush her to the hospital, Mum was at work and so I stayed with my sister until mum got to the hospital in the early afternoon. I was still in considerable pain and feeling awful so I went home as soon as Mum arrived. On the drive home I got progressively worse, I recall joking to myself that I might as well turn around and go back to the hospital. I got home and lay down for a short time before the pain got really bad really fast; in addition to this I had terrible bowel symptoms so was back and forth to the bathroom. I reasoned with myself that if I could get back to my bed and take more pain relief I might be able to get it under control – it was the first time I had been by myself when the pain was this bad and I was struggling to decide what to do.
As I walked back into my room I was struck down with an incredibly sharp pain which must have caused me to black out. The next thing I remember was the sensation of carpet fluff in my mouth and a great throbbing lump on my head, I had clipped the desk with the side of my head on the way down. Needless to say the fall did not help with my decision making and I remember becoming a bit hysterical and feeling frightened. At that moment like a little blonde angel my youngest sister came home. I should have asked her to call an ambulance but I didn’t want to freak her out so I gave her my other sister’s (I have 4 sisters) work phone number and she rang and told her, in a very casual voice I might add, to come and take me to the hospital. In the midst of all that had happened I had sort of forgotten that my other sister was already in the hospital.
A couple of the nurses looked at me with déjà vu when they read my surname and before I knew it Mum was also by my side. Poor Mum had to race from one end of the emergency department to the other for several hours trying to support us both. In the end once we were both stabilised they put us in the same room together which made things slightly easier. My sister ended up being admitted and I was free to go (thank-god!). We were all very glad to see the end of that day, it stretched our family to the max and as usual Mum was the rock holding it all together for us. She even managed to kick up a good old stink so that the specialist decided to bring my procedure forward GO MUM!
The panic and despair I felt that day when I was alone was something I hope I never ever have to experience again. Thank-you to my wonderful support network (you know who you are) for always being there. Your love, help and support reinforces me it makes me stronger than I think I can be and carries me along when all my fight is gone. I love you guys.
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