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Monday there was a dull abdominal pain and some unwellness. Tuesday and Wednesday it got worse. Hardly no boxes were packed, and when at home I curled up in my bed - Leopardess in my lap - and read. Thursday I felt worse, called my GP. Got hold of his nurse and told he will call me - next Wednesday.

About lunchtime I decided I had enough. In stead of buying lunch I headed to the ER. I entered through the staff entrance, introduced my self, explained my problem and asked for painkillers so that I could go back to work.

I was shown (shoved) out to the main entrance area, told to take a number and wait in line. No frills for senior medical staff at our hospital, oh no. After a lot of waiting, conversation with the triage nurse, more waiting, blood and urine samples left I finally could lay down and curl up. After a couple of hours a jr surgeon showed up. He was initially remarkably stressed by having a senior as patient and a medical student family member around. He eventually cooled down and did his job properly. I got my painkillers, and after a few more hours I was slightly intoxicated and on my way to a ward as inpatient. Due to high influx of patients, I was admitted to a neighbouring clinic the first 24 hours. Not that I did mind. I had a room of my own, cute male nurses to see to me and my both youngest to assist in retriving some personal items from home. I usually don't bring my toothbrush when I go for lunch.

Unfortunately changing the route of administration of my painkillers from directly into my bloodstream to into my bodyfat increased sideeffects drastically. I became terribly nauseous albeit not as dizzy headed, and needed more meds to curb the nausea.

Yesterday was spent nauseous, tryin to sleep, listening to music, reading slash (I love my iPad), getting my gallstones visualised once more and starving. I was transferred during the afternoon to the "correct" hospital ward where I'm sharing room with two other women, who unfortunately have been entertained by my snoring during the night since I've slept very well. Yesterday evening I finally was allowed to eat again, and even the horrible hospital coffee was a bliss this morning. Currently I'm waiting for the coffeeshop in the Lobby to open. I'll try to sneak out to buy me some proper coffee. A fourdouble espresso with hot milk *yummy*

Encouraging texts, facebook messages and tweets has been sent from many friends around the Globe and are gratefully acknowledged. What should I do without you gal and guys out there.

Love and hugs
Dragonqueen, less feracious than habitual

Hope things improve.

Four days before you called your GP? You are putting the pati in patient!

I wish you a speedy recovery

Well, I don't like to give in to pain or discomfort. I was brought to "not whine"

This is what men say all the time - which gets too many of them killed before time because when they finally see their GP it is often too late

I know what you mean about wanting to tough it out, DQ - but still. Harrumph. You should know better.

Hope you're feeling more like your usual self soon!

There's whining and there's wining, dahlink!

You have obviously been using the wrong one! *hic*


I hope you are feeling much better, Queenie



lil x

I am back home without gallstones.

Well,Mum brought me up "don't whine, don't see the doctor until it's necessary. If the doctor can't find anything fault with you, the doctor will be angry and you will be ashamed"

I guess that still applies to my behaviour....

Using my non-medical, but biological background I do a kind of 'what would I make of this set of symptoms test', if they're too vague, I don't go to the doc, until they're concrete enough in my head that I think they're 'worth' bothering a proper doctor with Oh, and anything I can amputate, lance, or otherwise opperate on myself I do Glad to hear your feeling somewhat better

It's a fine line and we all draw it differently

What's most important now is that you are well again and able to share a few bottles of vodka with us, DQ

Sending loving thoughts your way and warm wishes for a speedy recovery.

Best wishes for a speedy and complete recovery. Sorry to hear you're having a bad time of it.