Eurgh! Just a little warning….this post will be a rant and a moan of epic proportions. It is highly likely to be littered with naughty language and on the whole will be a bit “woe is me”. Read on if you dare!
Today has sucked. My sister has been really ill for a few weeks now, with an unknown virus type illness. Her symptoms are plenty and wide ranging so it has been hard to pin down what is wrong with her or what I can do to help her. After a very unhelpful visit to her GP (I won’t even get started on that!) I ended up taking her to A&E last Friday night as she was desperately ill and showing no signs of recovery. She had standard blood tests done and was sent home for rest and re cooperation as they couldn’t really tell what was wrong. Fine. No problem. Except there is. She has not eaten more than a mouthful of a meal in 2 weeks now. Her temp is still raging. She sleeps allllllllll day every day. Cannot get through more than a few hours of work before she is sent home. She has NO energy and is suffering with excruciating pains in her lower stomach. She came to me this morning in tears and looked pitiful. I immediately took her back to the hospital.
After 5 hours of waiting and being told by several doctors she had a flu type virus and there was nothing they could do, I showed them the strange rash on her legs that has appeared over the last few days. Everyone we saw chose to ignore that and not even look at it. I got very indignant, and in the most polite way I could muster, demanded they run more than the standard tests. Cue another few hours wait. By this time my poor exhausted sister was begging me to take her home so she could lay down and sleep. And thank goodness I refused. We were taken into a room where the doctor confirmed after further screens there WAS in fact a problem. And here is where I get angry. It’s her liver.
Her liver. Apparently a test they ran showed results of 1250….a normal figure on that test should be below 50. I am no doctor, and don’t know what the test was, but I know that’s not good. They were going to SEND HER HOME. AGAIN!!!!!!!! They immediately arranged for more blood to be taken to run more detailed tests and have given us an emergency appointment with a liver specialist in the assessment unit tomorrow morning. At least I got to take her home this evening. She is now asleep in bed after eating a small amount.
The thing that kills me is that it’s her liver. Hang on a minute bloody gods of fate! Are you having a bloody laugh here?! Is this supposed to be some cruel and twisted joke?! I’M the bloody one who has stupidly turned her liver inside out with my disgusting drinking habits. Why is my sister who very rarely drinks these days the one suffering?? And the sickest part of the joke?? I really really want a fucking drink tonight. Go figure that one.
Men are knobs too! Ha! Just thought I’d throw that one in there while i’m on an almighty screaming match run. It would take a whole other blog to explain about the man who has been in and out of my life the last 15 months. But he, who is normally always there for me when I need them managed to bloody piss me off and let me down tonight too. So I have had an almighty row with him. My sister is really sick and we don’t yet know what’s wrong. And I have been sat for the last few hours silently seething. At everything, anything and nothing all at once.
This would all be SO much easier if I just got Pissed. Not just one glass of wine. Nope. PISSED. But all I’ve had is two bloody cups of tea that I didn’t even enjoy because I’ve run out of may favourite tea bags. WOE IS ME.
I bloody hope I wake up in a better mood tomorrow. I will wake up sober. I know that. But the mood better match.
Sorry for the rant!
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