27 April 2011

The Great Escape

I sat down early last week to write a quick update post to say that I was finally discharged from the hospital on Saturday, not 100% healed but certainly headed in the right direction. I was going to talk about the Irish Health Care System and the inequalities therein, and ruminate on my own experiences as a medically-induced shut-in for the previous month. Fate, however, had a different plan.

The Very Understanding Girlfriend (who has been the only thing that has kept me sane throughout this entire ordeal) has a number of good dictums. She is quite interested in Street Art, and is an excellent photographer and chronicler of the Dublin scene, and beyond. Her strategy is to always take a photograph of Street Art when you see it because, as she says, it'll probably be gone by the time you come back to it.

I should listen to her more often and do things when I think of them, but alas procrastination prevailed, no post was written, and after steadily getting sicker throughout the week I was hospitalised once again on Friday. For those of you keeping count this would be the third time since this sorry situation began just over seven weeks ago.

I was discharged again last night, and it might be worth taking a moment to take stock of the situation. I have been ill since the 7th March and in that time have spent 36 nights in hospital. I have had five CT Scans, one ultrasound and two procedures under a different CT Scanner to insert various tubes into my body. I went for over four weeks with no solid food, and have lost just under ten kilos in body weight. I am incapable of keeping food down without an ongoing course of both proton-pump inhibitors and muscle-relaxants and what food I can eat consists mainly of boiled and steamed vegetables. I have a tube in my abdomen removing about 150ml every day of liquid that has been leaking from my pancreas and forming sac-like pseudocysts on my organs, the largest of which was the size of my fist. This most recent trip to the hospital was caused by a resultant infection, and still the doctors have no idea what caused the pancreatitis, having ruled out alcohol, gall-stones and scorpion stings.

All of which has made me very, very unhappy indeed.

At least I'm home (for now) and not in too much pain, the sun is shining and the sky is a clear blue expanse.

Onwards and upwards.

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4 Comments:

At 11:38 pm, Anonymous steve said...

oh man i had no idea you'd gone back in. this is unbelievably ball suckin.

i got nothin but best wishes man. be strong.

 
At 7:18 pm, Blogger Niall Murphy said...

Anything I can do man, let me know

 
At 8:47 pm, Blogger lusciousblopster said...

excellent synopsis of this crazy siteeayshun.

as for pain, i have many times been asked the above, or its variation, 'compared to the worst pain you've ever experienced, how would you rate the pain you are currently experiencing?'. and frankly just comparing to that, and not to the worst you can imagine (what's wrong with your imagination if you _can't_ imagine phenomenal pain, i say), then if worst pain ever experienced is 10, then pain any time someone has asked has been about minus 15. if you're able to, for example, speak and answer questions, hey, the pain can't be _that_ bad.

maybe the next time someone asks, i should headbutt them, and then ask, 'compared to the pain you're now experiencing...'

i digress. you are doing brilliantly. it will get better. it just may take a while.

 
At 12:48 am, Blogger Aidan said...

Best wishes Dave and hope you're doing okay

 

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