So - something I forgot to mention about when I saw the baby doc at BHI - he palpated my belly and when he pressed on my right upper quadrant I just about left the table. This led to an odd week of discomfort around that area with nausea, pain and just kinda feeling crappy - oh and of course I largely ignored this - it was so bloody busy at work what was I supposed to do?
Well, Dez came into town on Friday and we had a blast until Sunday morning when I got up puking up anything I had the temerity to imbibe....and all I tried was water. The pain was by now "quite spectacular" as I described it to my hubby. So while RB, Dez and Kelly went on my orders to Gloucester I went to the ED. This was at 10.30am. At 1.30pm I got my ultrasound, much much later I got my CT, and finally I got admitted to Ellison 7. Here's the thing - the doctors - oh lord I got so messed around - surgery - no surgery - surgery - no surgery. All this finally reduce me to tears by 1.00am. I got the best medicine finally - hugs from a lovely Haitian nurse called Evie. Oh that did more healing than any pain med, and IV antibiotic. When I got to the floor my nurse was Tiffany - although not like "TG" - this girl was sober (ie had not been drinking) and so sweet and competent. And that was how it went - all my nurses were fab, all the radiology staff were fab - the ER docs were lovely and the surgeons ran the gamut. Some were very nice and I really don't know how given that their chief residents were without a doubt the biggest douche bags EVER. One pounded on my left upper quadrant until it hurt and then said I couldn't possibly have a gall bladder problem - surgery cancelled - no doubt for something way sexier than a simple lap chole. One showed up 2 mornings running after I had about 2 hours of morphine induced slumber, pressed on my belly, made me hurt and left promising to come back. Yeah right - still waiting.
Thing is my scans were negative so although I had a consistent clinical exam my scans didn't agree - so I had a joyful 72 hours NPO while the team changed it's mind every 12 hours and basically ignored me. One chief (the early morning one) actually said he didn't want to do surgery if my gall bladder was okay because I would become a chronic pain patient. Oh bless my nurse for sharing this with me. Chronic pain - me - oh puuhleeze.
So second opinion time - the lovely Dr Berger who doesn't look for zebras when he hears hoof beats - a guy who understands that scans are not infallible - he actually believed me. The plan now is an upper GI to rule out an ulcer (yeah - right - no reflux, no heartburn....) and if /when that is negative I get a lap chole on Oct 17th. But this was seriously supposed to be post-baby not pre-baby.........
