Inferno

Last wednesday I had another endoscopy at Chelsea, just to check again for any varicies (popping out/ leaking blood vessels in the food pipe), and if all the previous ones are still holding and A.O.K. The actual procedure was pretty all right - sedation, dimmed lights, nurses holding your head... it's all quite relaxing in a non-relaxing sort of way.

As I came round afterwards, there was a big sort of muddle, and I ended up chomping down a sandwich as I was told it was fine to eat. It wasn't. Short story short, my food pipe has been agony ever since. I haven't been able to eat or drink without having immense pain afterwards and a sort of reflux/heartburn sensation. Even eating tiny wee morsels of food and sipping drinks it's been hell. My appetite hasn't diminished, so it's proper torture. Friday night I said FUCK IT and got 3 pieces of fried chicken, chicken wings, chippies and a coke for din dins whilst slobbing out in front of the opening ceremony, and gobbled it all up despite the intense after burn. Yes yes, not wise at all. Fears of having lost weight and hunger made me a desperate chick.

Saturday night everything got stuck sort of half way down, and instead of slipping down after a few mins, it just got worse. Big cough to chuck it all up again and out comes not only a lovely chomped up half a sandwich, but loads of blood. Oh fuckity. They always ask me "have you vomited blood?" and woohoo, now I have.

Yesterday I went to A&E which was long and tedious and nothing really happened. All my blood results showed I wasn't actively loosing blood (yay), and blood count was pretty allright (yay), so they just sort of forgot about me - or really, fed me to the lions a.k.a psycho grannies on Acute Assessment ward. Oh joy. And I wasn't allowed ANY FOOD WHATSOEVER.

Today my nurse was a lady who used to be at the Brompton, so we had a good old bitch about it, and about crazy geriatrics, and endoscopies, and clueless pharmacists. She tried her best to get something to happen in the midst of a serious lack of doctors but to no real avail, however eventually I spotted Dr Steel: gastro doc extrordinare and endoscopy pro (it wasn't his fault, I blame agency nurses who don't read notes and me obviously residing in the 3rd circle of hell. See pic.). He was like a breath of fresh air clearing out the dead cobwebs of misinformation and hospital ward mismanagement, telling me straight away what was the problem, why it happened, and what I should do given that I thankfully haven't continued to lose any more blood in serious or grotesque circumstances. "Go home!" said he, "and eat nothing! Only liquids and nothing but from now until no pain is felt!" Food pipe has basically been narrowed considerably given all the banding was done in the same place, and the protruding tied-off dead varicies haven't fallen off yet, so it's even more narrow. Everything I swallow either gets stuck or has to push past these tender varicies, and because I had been eating it's made everything bleed and irritated. I imagine my oesophagus is a bit like Dante's hell. Gets worse as you go down...! (Rejection of sin? Rejection of food more like.)

Looks like a food pipe, right?

Now I have all my meds in liquid form (can't bloody wait to taste those monstrosities, can you imagine!? Liquid cipro?! EW) and a fridge full of Mars Refuel milkshakes and Oasis. I've given my current KFC, pizza, and steak&chips cravings a raincheck (without much luck to be fair), and instead will experience the extreme dieting lifestyle. Extreme dieting, high calorie style. Of course.

I was sort of hoping they might do another endo, and then I could miss my clinic at the Brompton tomorrow. No such luck. I just don't think i'm that lucky.



Update as of 12am: I'm never attempting to have liquid medicine EVER AGAIN. *shudder*


Update as of 31 July: Went to clinic, had a lucky escape with a surprisingly good lung function (76% FVC) despite having a nasty chest, a residual cold, and hardcore week! Really thought they were going to keep me in. I think the new lung function machine is the root of this surprisingly brill blow as my chest was rumble grumble city. At least this gives me a chance to get beneath this temporary cold induced cough and fling it out into the stratosphere without jepordising transplant availability. Lots of high cal supplements to take (YUCK) to make up for inability to eat solids. Short term pain for long term gain. Oh jeez...