sick humor

This is a little story about me being sick … it’s really a little story – but to tell it in it’s full will take a post.

A story about me and my aftermath problems, it happen about 18 months ago.

It started off with a very nice dinner for 2 at my place together with a very nice and attractive man – had made my famous “Orange Fish Soup” (recipe) and the evening had been very pleasant. After being left alone I start to get sever stomach pains that was increasing by the hour. After a couple of hours I phoned 1177 – a number that we should always phone if we need advice before taking off to ER, if it’s not too urgent. Frist I thought it was from the fish soup.

The nice nurse that I talked to advised me to phone 112 for an ambulance and so I did. Remember going to the bathroom, but after that I don’t remember anything until the paramedics where kneeing beside me.

So of it went to Lund’s hospital with the blue light on and I ended up on some kind of observation ward for a couple of days with no solid food and antibiotics through tubs. Did loads of X-rays and the pain was still there, even if it had come down. This was about 6 months after I finished my treatments.

One afternoon the doctor came and asked me what I thought about doing a colonoscopy – I answered him that I don’t really know what that means, but it doesn’t sound that great to do.
He told me the doctor they are using –  on CAVA as the ward was called – are excellent – so I agreed.

Next morning was I booked in – nobody told me about the 4 ltr (8pints) of terrible lukewarm “seawater” fluid that I had to drink the evening before – that took me to a total breaking point. Really struggled with drinking the stuff and my mental status just went below +-0. After 2,5 liter they were pleased, because I hadn’t had any solid food for 3 days – so my colon was empty more or less. In all honesty I don’t think my mental status or my body would have manage another 1,5 liter.

Next morning I was collected and rolled down in my bed for the adventure. I met the most wonderful man, the doctor – Erik is his name – he asked what kind of anesthesia I wanted – I answered everything available.  He recommended nitrous oxide and showed me how to use it – and I can tell you – that my life was suddenly a lot more fun respire through that mask. 7 short inhalations and of I went to 7 heaven.

The whole maneuver  went very smooth – he told me when it was going to be a bit painful and uncomfortable  …  so I could reach for the gas and grabe the nurse’s hand, I could see my colon from the inside as the examination went along on a screen.

Suddenly I hear Erik saying – that was meant as a compliment – didn’t really pick up what he had said .. so he repeated it; “Viveka, for a patient that has gone through so many radio therapy sessions your colon was totally undamaged and look fantastic.”

“Okay, doctor – you made me  realize that I has now come to that age that I get compliment for my intestines and not my looks.” Erik said that I was the funniest patient he ever had.

The pain didn’t come from my stomach they told me it was the bladder that caused the pain and that it has become very sore from the treatments and probably got some damage.

Now they are talking about another colonoscopy – I don’t mind really, but only if Erik is in the other end. My doctor at the ontological clinic have told me that Erik often tells the story about his funniest patient – ME!

“A hospital is no place to be sick.”
Samuel Goldwyn

(The photos are taken around Lund’s University Hospital about a months ago) – my music cloud is called “Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired” – found it on “SoundCloud”, very suitable.

Cartoon picture provided by and thanks to google.se 

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