Yesterday I was at the Pain Clinic undergoing my second operation – Coeliac Plexus Block. Whilst I was waiting to be called into the operating theatre I was really scared because the last time I had this operation in August 2012, I was off work for over 1 month because my back was in so much pain. The physiotherapist told me that the left hand side of my back (where the operation focused on) was in total spasm. Back spasm hurts like a bitch people, be warned!
Anyways, I was really scared with this one because this time, the pain clinic surgeon was focusing on both sides of my back. He was going to subject me to 2 big major needles on either side of my back to anaethetise my solar plexus (a mixture of anesthesia and steroids). I had every reason to be scared as well! In the operating theatre, one of the assistants was being really stingy with the sedative. Last time, a different assistant gave me the right amount of sedative and the procedure went along fine with minimal pain (just a few pricks from the local anesthetic to numb parts of my back they were operative on). Even the surgeon, when I spoke to him before the operation, told me that he remembered I got through it fine. This time though, I was screaming in pain, during which I did tell the surgeon to carry on with the operation and not stop. Coming all this way and being on the operating table, it would make no sense for him to stop now! Every time the assistant gave me some more sedative through the drip they hooked me onto, it was very minimal (1ml at a time it seemed) and it did not do much judging by my screams!
***In this instance, when I mean “screams” I mean me going “Argh” in pain. So not screaming like a female opera singer. Glad we got that all cleared up there!!!***
The coeliac plexus is otherwise more commonly known as the solar plexus. All the pancreas nerves go through this plexus and then runs up the spine to the brain. The pain signals would travel this route and when it gets to the brain I then start feeling the pain. With the solar plexus blocked, the pain signals will not be able to get to the spine and get the chance for the brain to be alerted for me to then feel the pain.
So far so good, but that big ass needle in August caused so much back pain and issues and this time I had to have two of them at either side! Double the needles, double the trouble me thinks! In exactly one month time it will be my mother’s wedding and I really do hope I will be well enough to get through the day without too much pain. I kinda think though that this is me we are talking about and nothing ever goes to plan but at least with that second dress my mother bought me, I will look nice whilst getting slowly killed off with the pain!
So after the first 24 hours I am out of the woods as far as any possible internal bleeding is concerned. Best thing about that was that if the surgeon had punctured a vein, he would not have known there and then. We would have only found out that lovely surprise when I got home, my heart beats would increase to the point where it would feel that it was trying to thump its way out of my ribs and I would then pass out. Glad to say that has not happened to me so yay for me!
The back spasms have started though, I have called my physiotherapist earlier on this afternoon and an emergency appointment has been set for next Wednesday. The medication I have is helping and my partner is looking after me. I am very lucky to have him in my life.
As a thank you to my wonderful partner, yesterday I bought us a take out curry. I am a wimp when it comes to spices. I love my dishes plain – I am the lass that goes crazy for bread sauce and turkey at Christmas. But never the less, I do like a chicken korma with boiled rice and chippattis (9 in total). BUT not a hint of spice in the dish. You see, some curry houses think that with a korma, they can put a little but of spice in and it would not hurt. It does with me, even a little bit and I can’t eat the rest of the dish, it does burn the roof of my mouth off – NOT an exaggeration. I am simply a wuss/wimp/[enter your own appropriate descriptive word here] when it comes to curries.
If anyone tells me that they are going to pray for me and my health I really get so frustrated. It is like they are bypassing the praise that should actually go on the doctors, nurses and surgeons trying to get my pain under manageable circumstances. Their efforts mean nothing because there is a big invisible man in the sky that will make everything better for me instead. Well by your logic, it was that big invisible man in the sky that gave me this sodding illness in the first place…..why would he then want to make me better when he was the cause in the first instance!? You have just proven that your god is incompetent and contradictory, well done!