As soon as the bronchitis cleared up all hell broke lose in with my GI bleed. And I mean hell.
The pain is at an 8 or 9 and even a 10. I’m no cryer but I have cried more this week than I can recall.
These doctors just decided to NOT treat me. It was torture.
Endobelly and all.
So we were told to head down to Vancouver and get evaluated.
New hospitals and doctors and nurses terrify me. So, I pushed going off until the hubby made me. I missed a game wkfb a friend. I hate having to cancel plans. Hate. Hate. Hate. It.
However, going to this hospital-Best decision ever.
The hospital was clean, had an amazing triage plan and better still, they are nice. It felt like a better version of Univery of Denver Hospital.
They gave me my will to fight back. After four days at a 7 to a 10 I needed desperately to get my pain under control and rule out major things.
We have no idea what is going on so I got to go home. And I went home at a low 7.
We will figure this out. It just will take some time.