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Doctor thinks I'm full of crap lol gave me prescription for antibiotics
walk in centre now closed.
Ticket machine card reader is broken so now I'm walking into town, to get to a cash machine, so I can get my van out of the car park and get to the pharmacy which closes at 12.
It's not close......
Got 2 in trades within 1 week last year, after never wanting one, they are both keepers
Abd I have to drive past the cop shop to get to the pharmacy.
I hadnt.
As long as he/she prodded you in the right places and stuck a digit where you wouldn't want, they should be trusted
felt a bit rough for a day and had abs pains and thought I may have pulled something in the gym..
the next day was worse.. felt rough.. fever.. off my food.. like I had a proper dose of flu on the way..
went to bed in the afternoon starting to feel worse and the pain increasing little by little..
a few hours later it felt like no matter which way I lay [back, front, side, straight, curled up] I couldn't get comfortable.. it just hurt..
just as I realised that now I was really not well at all and was going to call the Dr.. bam… agony
agony like I've never felt.. couldn't stand, could hardly talk.. dripping with sweat.. and retching but not actually being sick.. it was like puking 'air'..
wife called the Dr.. a hour later [which felt like forever] he showed up..
by that time I was not that coherent because the pain was just getting worse..
he took a look and asked a few questions, then called an ambulance, booked me in for emergency surgery and then pinged me full of morphine..
the ambulance driver was driving like a nutter, sirens and lights etc..
within minutes of arriving at hospital I was straight in for X-Ray..
transferring from the stretcher to the X-Ray bed thing was unreal.. the morphine just didn't touch the pain at all..
I don't know how long it was until the put me out for the op, but it wasn't long.. everything was moving very quickly..
I was told later that my heart stopped a few times during the op, and a few times more after when I was on the ward..
was in hospital for about 2 weeks.. and on mental pain killers for many more weeks once I was back at home..
the crazy thing with this is that I just felt a bit crap for a few days..
and then everything happened very quickly
by the time I realised that I was in trouble it was too late for me because I wasn't able to do anything about it..
cos the pain was just off the scale.. it literally floors you..
the pain was so all encompassing that you just cannot think coherently about anything else or focus your thoughts on what you really need to..
edit: I was chatting with a nurse days later and she said that the gym stuff I do was a blessing and a curse with respect to this..
because you always have some sort of muscle pain / ache somewhere you tend to ignore things.. plus training means pain, so you get used to it.. having a slightly higher pain threshold means that you shrug off things that a lot of folk wouldn't… and of course you put all of your niggles down to something you did crap / pushing too hard in the gym [which is exactly what I did]..
so… by the time the pain got to the point where I started to think 'something is actually not right here', I just about to fell over the edge into the realms of 'and now you are in deep shit matey.. and if help don't happen very soon, you will die in agony'
the nurse said that the blessing though was that being reasonably fit really helps with the recovery and the body's ability to fight back...
bugger.