CD10 - IVF day 7 - blogging from my hospital bed.

I agreed with Martin, when he looked at me last night and laughed saying "things were just going too well, weren't they?"

At 3am on Friday evening I had a bad gallstone attack, I may even go as far as to say severe. I was hot, clamy, in agony and could barely keep my eyes open. This time the pain was not subsiding with pain meds. I passed out on Martin (which apparently scared him) and although I tried and wanted to get in the car and drive to hospital, every time I moved I thought my chest and stomach were going to explode. So my very first ride in an ambulance occurred at 7am Saturday morning (I managed to sneak in my meds before being carted off)

I arrived at hospital and wasn't in a good state, the pain had subsided some what but I felt awful. Light headed, sweaty, sick, barely with it. I had every test under the sun, was given IV fluids and IV morphine and left until my blood work came back. Blood work and X-ray normal....

Doctor looked at my history and diagnosed me with a brand new stomach ulcer which was causing me excruciating pain, I didn't buy it (I told both Martin and my Dad straight away it wasnt ulcers) and I was sent home and told to return if the pain did.

I went home, got into bed (having slept around 2hours the night before) ate 3 rashes of bacon and 2 sausages, both grilled so no fat) and then slept in bed whilst Buffy was on. At 4pm the pain returned with avengeance, this time accompanied by vomiting and more light headed-ness. Straight back in the car to the hospital. After seeing another doctor, having my second line of the day put in (1) ouch and 2) my arms looks awful!) more bloods were taken and I was left while the results came through. We arrived at the hospital at 5.30pm, at 9pm we saw a new doctor. She informed us that one of my liver function bloods had increased a lot since the morning, and she believed I have a gallstone blocking the duct between my gallbladder and my liver. I was admitted to the surgical assessment ward at 10pm last night.

Which brings me to now, lying in my hospital bed, very bored and very tired (thanks to crazy elderly patients on the same ward whose favourite pastime is screaming between the hours of 2-5am) and waiting to be told whats next.

What does this mean for IVF? I have no idea as of yet. My first thought it cancellation. Although the doctors and nurses at the hospital were nice enough to store my IVF meds in the ward fridge and still administer them this morning. The clinic were fine with me not being able to make it on Saturday, and asked me to go in tomorrow instead. I now need to wait for a scan of my abdomin to show what's going on before I get some answers.

Chances of this cycle happening now? I'd say around 10-20%. It could be the next time I write in this here blog of mine, I've already had the surgery.