The morning I was rushed to hospital…

On 29 September, I had horrific abdominal pains, and I was almost calling NHS 111 for advice. I had the pains, cold sweats, and was feeling incredibly nauseous. Anyway, the pain went away, I went to bed, and I thought nothing of it. The following day I had another slight “attack”, but subsided within 20 minutes.

12 October 2017, at 9pm,  I had the start of a stomach ache again. I thought I had just eaten too much (pasta bolognaise and garlic bread…) I was in bed for 10pm, to try to sleep it off.

Hubby left for work for 1.20am (ish), going in to 13 October, and even though he didn’t intend to – his leaving disturbed me… Either that, or the pain woke me up, coinciding with him leaving.

Sweats, pain, nausea again… 2.10am, I call NHS 111. After a telephone triage, they decide that they need to send an ambulance – to check me over.

Next thing you know, hubby is home from work, and I’m in the back of the ambulance, on the way to A&E.

Several blood and urine tests, stomach and chest x-rays, and ecg’s later, the pain has subsided enough for me to be discharged, with the diagnosis that it’s more than likely my gallbladder / gallstones.

I’m now expecting a letter from my GP with an appointment for an ultrasound, so they can closer examine my gallbladder. This may mean an operation is on the cards…

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If you’re wondering, ask your 4 year old.

We were just on our way home from a quick Asda run, and a fire engine pulled out of the side road.

Hubby said to me “ahh, you don’t see many of those any more”, to which I agreed.

I pulled the car in to the same road, where the fire engine had turned out from, to see another fire engine, two ambulances and one of the yellow CCTV police vans.  There were loads of people around, but we couldn’t really see anything.

Looking out of the rear window, Gning voiced his idea on what had happend; “I think someone must have been stung by a buzzy bee”.

Yep.  Valid reason for all the attention right there.