Pain started around 6.30pm last night. Took paracetamol & codeine at 7.30pm. Threw that up at 10.10pm. Took tramadol at 10.20pm. Threw that up at 11.10pm. Took domperidone (antiemetic) at 11.30, and puked THAT up 20 min later. That was when I told Richard to call 999.
So I had a nice ride in an ambulance, and several hours in A&E, and more puking, and pain so bad it still hurt despite i.v. morphine, and falling out with my dad after he told me off for screaming (!), and lots of prodding of my PTSD triggers, but am a) not dead and b) not in the bloody astor ward. Instead am in the Sycamore ward and liking it much better despite its unfortunate name. got NO sleep last night, hoping for a bit more today.
they are keeping me for "some" days, depends how well i do, i guess. Joyfully, the internet terminals above the bds WORK now! so am more cheered. visiting is probably still 3-8pm, and i'd recommend organising it with richard.