The importance of good health.(my hospital experience)
I frequently have this intense lower abdominal discomfort; it’s usually severe. I was unable to confirm what it is. It has come to my attention that I also frequently feel queasy. Particularly when I’m really hungry and experiencing this ache. I underwent two times endoscopies few years ago while in Spain, so this is nothing new. Thankfully, my appendix was removed early in life, so it can’t be appendix . (I could be mistaken nevertheless.) I’m afraid of this particular abdominal pain . Usually severe, but occasionally mild . having tried every type of painkiller without success I dislike being ill and needing someone to take care of me. That does not imply that I am against kind individuals showing me love and concern. The fact that, throughout my life, only my late parents has shown me such love. I constantly stand strong and take proactive steps to prevent illness because I believe rather than being the one being cared for, I should be the one taking care of someone else. Every time I feel strange symptoms, I make my own home medicines using ginger, bitter cola, lime, and other beneficial herbs, and I also work out, after which my body always bounces back like magic.
However, you cannot always heal yourself, and there are times when I have to go to the hospital because my symptoms indicate otherwise. Beginning to be concerned about this particular ache and how I felt whenever it submerged, I took advantage of the chance last month when my youngest daughter became quite ill early in the morning and we raced to the hospital for her treatment to tell my ordeal to the doctor. He was young, and he immediately asked that I be checked and scheduled for a medical procedure to determine the reason of my suffering because he could not discover a physical cause for it.
In the past week, I received a package from NHS that included a standard preparation for today’s endoscopic surgery. Three sachets of plenvu mango-flavored medication are included in the packet; I’m supposed to consume them to clear my stomach in preparation for a more thorough stomach examination. As I mentioned earlier, it wasn’t my first time, but I will have to forgo certain foods, vegetables, and nuts for seven days, with the last two being the most challenging for last-minute preparations. I’ll need to dissolve the sachets in at least 750 millilitres of water, drink it all, and then keep drinking water afterwards.
Since my experience was exactly as described in the papers that came with the package, I feel reluctant to describe my experience after consuming the necessary cleansing dosages. fatigue, vertigo, and nausea. cold and joint pain. I’m eager for the medical process to be completed because I’ve spitting every minute and used the loo innumerable times. I’m currently at the hospital waiting for my turn because the 2:30 pm appointment has been delayed because there are many patients, including myself, waiting at the unit.
At 15:50 or thereabouts, I was called by the nurse, and after all the checks, I was ready for the section. I was given some material to change into, and shortly after, three doctors, comprised of a male and two females, came and introduced themselves and explained in a cool way what and how the procedure will go and how long it will take and everything will be normal. Before I knew what happened, I was taken to the surgery unit, and all the rituals were done. And the tube camera was inserted inside my body, and beside me were TV-like screens through which I could see exactly how my inner stomach looked, to and fro, they kept going, having me turn from left to right as they performed the endoscopy. I felt no pain at all, but my mind was not at ease either.
After about thirty minutes, the head doctor said it’s done, and everything plugged into my body was removed, and I was taken to another unit to wait. However, the doctor said that he will book me for a CT scan later, and the result of the endoscopy is good. Meaning they found nothing bad. So more investigation has to be carried out in order to find the cause of the pain.
While waiting, I told the nurse in charge of me that I could leave by myself, but they refused, citing the hospital procedures against patients that were sedated must be accompanied home by a relative and friends or anyone presented as the next of kin. All my attempts to convince them were to no avail. Waiting and hungry, they offered me a tea and sandwich, which was a relief to my two days out of food.
I enjoyed the meal like it came from a five-star hotel, after I requested another one to compliment the first, and it was granted. By this time, the unit closes at six pm, and one of the nurses asked me again what time my spouse will come by because they close in less than 10 minutes. Immediately I rang Soso and confirmed she was already on her way with a taxi. I felt good as all the dizziness, coldness, tiredness, and joint pain has gradually disappeared. I appreciate the NHS and the frontline doctors and nurses who make sure people are treated, especially the nurse that attended to me. You’re a good person. From the time you called me to the time I was discharged, you showed nothing but class, affection, professionalism, and caring. I may not have been treated for the pain, but I appreciate the service received from everyone that made sure I was attended to today.
Health is wealth. Not until one is admitted for some serious medical problem, one should always know the importance of having a healthy life.
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