Firstly, I think an apology is in order; I haven’t been blogging for weeks now and I don’t think I will be for a few weeks at least. (I’ll try my best)
Having spoken to my lectures at university, we came to the conclusion that a year off to focus on my health is what’s best for me. Considering my health was deteriorating over the most crucial period, coursework deadline season, I couldn’t afford to sabotage the second year of my degree by suffering in pain whilst writing essays. I’d regret not being able to write to the best of my ability and my grades would suffer. Nevertheless, I’m grateful my university have been so supportive and kind about my condition. Right now, my plan is to reapply for universities in September next year; it will be painful starting all over again but the courses seem incredibly exciting so I’m hoping it’ll be worth it! It’s exciting and nerve-wracking to be revisiting the application process again, this time on my own, but I’m looking forward to selling myself and showing them how far I’ve come.
Health wise, everything is still up in the air. After now having two MRI’s, an ultrasound, CT scans, endoscopies, endoscopic ultrasound and a specialised MRCP, we’re all hoping something might show up to shed some light onto the cause of the pain. I’m not expecting anything to show up as nothing has showed up over the last year! In this month alone, I’ve been admitted into hospital 3 times and I don’t even want to think about the number of times I’ve been taken to a&e this year. This year has been the toughest one yet with attempting to balance work and studying with my health. As the end of the year draws closer, I’m desperately hoping I can start the new year with better health and put an end to the ongoing abdominal pain.
The worst aspect of my confusing health conditions is the limited options of pain relief; with sphincter of oddi dysfunction, I cannot tolerate opioids which are, ironically, the best form of pain relief for abdominal pain. When I was taken to a&e last week, the doctors and my nurse were panicking with what they could give me so they opted for a drug which worked in the same way as morphine: pethidine. Bearing in mind that pethidine is used when women are going into labour, I was preparing for the intense wooziness but I was stunned at how strong it was. My mum found it hilarious, as did my charming nurse who kept peeking round the curtain to laugh at my delirious state.
So for the time being, we’re waiting on test results and consultations to decide what the next step should be. I’m not thrilled at the prospect of another operation but it may be the best option for me. It’s just such a shame that it’s come to this, after three years. However, I’m looking at things with a positive outlook!