Feeling Sorry for Myself
Wednesday 30 September
A week last Saturday I did a Metafit class. It was hard. The next day I was aching. The aching got worse, in my lower left abdomen. I thought I had pulled a muscle. I then went for a run last Friday, it got even worse. Sunday at the water park, I jumped in a rubber ring and almost passed out from the pain, I sobbed like a baby, I'm usually tougher than that! My friend G (used to be a nurse) said it could be a hernia and to ask her other friend (who is still a nurse), who said the same thing.
I ended up in A&E at Al Ahli hospital on Sunday night. They did a CT scan, blood and urine tests, everything. I was diagnosed with UTI and muscle spasms and referred to Orthopedics and told to come back if I didn't feel better within a couple of days. Armed with anti-inflammatory meds, antibiotics, muscle relaxants and some gel, off I went.
The pain hasn't lessened, it comes and goes in waves. I can't lay flat (so I can't sleep), driving is painful, coughing and sneezing hurts and I'm starting to feel ill. Last night my leg went to sleep (the only part of me that did).
So at 8am I was back at the hospital waiting to see the Orthopedic surgeon.... at 9.30 I was taken to his office. He was very nice, Canadian, medical school in the UK, and thorough. After asking many questions and doing an examination he announced that I was wrongly referred and should be seeing a general surgeon and gave me a referral. The general surgeon can see me in two weeks time. So it was back to A&E. More questions and prodding and an ultrasound was ordered. Lets just say it was a very thorough ultrasound of all my organs. The ultrasound lady couldn't find anything except two tiny fibroids, she said they weren't causing the pain and were nothing to worry about. Back to the doctor, who said the fibroids were quite big and was the only explanation for the pain. Fibroids right side, pain left side?? She referred me to a gynecologist. I had to wait four hours for Doctor Zahra, I got the impression that she was well respected and sought after in Qatar. She was great. Listened to my story, which I almost accompanied with frustration tears but I managed to keep them teetering at the bottom of my eyes without them shamefully cascading down my cheeks (see post header). She said 'I'm no expert but it sounds like a hernia'. Did a full examination anyway, another ultrasound, said the fibroids were tiny and weren't the cause, referred me back to general surgery but this time with an 'urgent' referral and a follow up phone call. Got to see a surgeon there around 8.30pm. I once again went through the whole story, he examined, poked, prodded and said 'no hernia, you must have torn your abdominal muscle.' When I questioned how he was so sure, he said they had ruled everything else out! Told me to have a week's bed rest and not travel (supposed to be in Abu Dhabi next week).
6 October (got waylaid)... anyway the next day I was in agony from all the prodding. My manager was over from NL, our ops manager too and several very important meetings (on the verge of signing three contracts this month). So off I hobbled. Spent the next day in bed; luckily my friend picked NJ up for a kids party (TMNT) and kept him to play for the day, I didn't get up till 2pm and when I did it was just to lay on the couch. Saturday much the same except rugby and supermarket. You see, as mum's all well know, you can't have a week's bed rest with a nine year old. Don't get me wrong, he's brilliant, made his own breakfast (one day) and he's learning how to make tea and coffee (pi$$y tea but he's only just started) but he's still a nine year old boy!
So this week has consisted mostly of me on the chaise longue, laptop glued to knees, water bottle at my side, cat at my feet.... except when I have meetings.... there's a fair few meetings.... I'm busy at work, it's just me in sales..... but I'm trying, hard! I spend my days in joggers and no make up, it's almost a holiday, cept for the laptop attached to my lap14 hours a day.
It is easing. It would ease faster if I laid in bed reading trashy magazines and doing nothing. I can't do nothing. It's still sore, I don't sleep, it will take time to heal. I've been feeling extraordinarily sorry for myself but I'm sucking it up and getting on with it now.
I have some amazing friends. I find it hard to accept help, I wish I could; this is me!
A week last Saturday I did a Metafit class. It was hard. The next day I was aching. The aching got worse, in my lower left abdomen. I thought I had pulled a muscle. I then went for a run last Friday, it got even worse. Sunday at the water park, I jumped in a rubber ring and almost passed out from the pain, I sobbed like a baby, I'm usually tougher than that! My friend G (used to be a nurse) said it could be a hernia and to ask her other friend (who is still a nurse), who said the same thing.
I ended up in A&E at Al Ahli hospital on Sunday night. They did a CT scan, blood and urine tests, everything. I was diagnosed with UTI and muscle spasms and referred to Orthopedics and told to come back if I didn't feel better within a couple of days. Armed with anti-inflammatory meds, antibiotics, muscle relaxants and some gel, off I went.
The pain hasn't lessened, it comes and goes in waves. I can't lay flat (so I can't sleep), driving is painful, coughing and sneezing hurts and I'm starting to feel ill. Last night my leg went to sleep (the only part of me that did).
So at 8am I was back at the hospital waiting to see the Orthopedic surgeon.... at 9.30 I was taken to his office. He was very nice, Canadian, medical school in the UK, and thorough. After asking many questions and doing an examination he announced that I was wrongly referred and should be seeing a general surgeon and gave me a referral. The general surgeon can see me in two weeks time. So it was back to A&E. More questions and prodding and an ultrasound was ordered. Lets just say it was a very thorough ultrasound of all my organs. The ultrasound lady couldn't find anything except two tiny fibroids, she said they weren't causing the pain and were nothing to worry about. Back to the doctor, who said the fibroids were quite big and was the only explanation for the pain. Fibroids right side, pain left side?? She referred me to a gynecologist. I had to wait four hours for Doctor Zahra, I got the impression that she was well respected and sought after in Qatar. She was great. Listened to my story, which I almost accompanied with frustration tears but I managed to keep them teetering at the bottom of my eyes without them shamefully cascading down my cheeks (see post header). She said 'I'm no expert but it sounds like a hernia'. Did a full examination anyway, another ultrasound, said the fibroids were tiny and weren't the cause, referred me back to general surgery but this time with an 'urgent' referral and a follow up phone call. Got to see a surgeon there around 8.30pm. I once again went through the whole story, he examined, poked, prodded and said 'no hernia, you must have torn your abdominal muscle.' When I questioned how he was so sure, he said they had ruled everything else out! Told me to have a week's bed rest and not travel (supposed to be in Abu Dhabi next week).
6 October (got waylaid)... anyway the next day I was in agony from all the prodding. My manager was over from NL, our ops manager too and several very important meetings (on the verge of signing three contracts this month). So off I hobbled. Spent the next day in bed; luckily my friend picked NJ up for a kids party (TMNT) and kept him to play for the day, I didn't get up till 2pm and when I did it was just to lay on the couch. Saturday much the same except rugby and supermarket. You see, as mum's all well know, you can't have a week's bed rest with a nine year old. Don't get me wrong, he's brilliant, made his own breakfast (one day) and he's learning how to make tea and coffee (pi$$y tea but he's only just started) but he's still a nine year old boy!
So this week has consisted mostly of me on the chaise longue, laptop glued to knees, water bottle at my side, cat at my feet.... except when I have meetings.... there's a fair few meetings.... I'm busy at work, it's just me in sales..... but I'm trying, hard! I spend my days in joggers and no make up, it's almost a holiday, cept for the laptop attached to my lap14 hours a day.
It is easing. It would ease faster if I laid in bed reading trashy magazines and doing nothing. I can't do nothing. It's still sore, I don't sleep, it will take time to heal. I've been feeling extraordinarily sorry for myself but I'm sucking it up and getting on with it now.
I have some amazing friends. I find it hard to accept help, I wish I could; this is me!
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