I always thought i’d be an ok patient but it turns out I’m pretty horrendous. Where’s my threshold for pain gone? Last nights early morning attack left me whaling on the floor searching for any position or cold patch of disinfected vinyl to ease the pain. I managed to find solace in a toilet handle bar that gradually became my most trusted inanimate object friend. Thankfully the nurse found me cradling a sick pan and gave me some liquid Oramorph that allowed me an hour or so of blissful unencumbered sleep.
Sure enough the pain returns. The Doctors don’t know what’s wrong with me or why I’ve suddenly suffered so much bleeding, or when it will end.. but despite all the scary diagnosis’s to come I’m feeling positive and enormously thankful that I’m in Addenbrooke’s hospital. I spent a lot of my childhood here wondering round talking to patients and meeting new borns..whilst my Dad would pop into his office for 20 minutes (more like 5 hours).
The staff have been wonderful as always. It is so surprising how English one gets when faced with the benevolence of strangers…especially whilst bent double in what can only be described as hell. I think I’ve said thank you about 1200 times a day but with genuine enthusiasm. Nurse Penny is my new saving grace, Amy’s in with a close second as she’s just given me some more pain relief.