My lovely daughter Georgina has
been suffering for the past three weeks with a really bad cough, chest and ear
infection. “Freshers flu” had really
gripped her. It was obvious to me as it would be to every parent she needed
some rest. But can you tell them? “No
you cant!”
Since Georgina had been unwell
she has been coming home most weekends to so say rest and recuperate. I’m not sure this really happened. Georgina was hardly ever at my house.
This weekend started as
usual. I picked Georgina up from Cardiff
University loading the car with all the dirty laundry. Drove home.
The minute we arrive Georgina disappears to see her mates. No change there.
Anyway in the early hours of the
morning my bedroom doors blasts open with Georgina crying and screaming that
her ear was really painful. Well I was
finding it hard to be sympathetic. The
number of times I had told her to go the doctor, wrap up warm, rest for a while
etc only to be ignored. However, I knew
I had to put this one side at this point and do the compassionate bit. After consoling her I called the duty doctor,
Frendoc, who told me to give Georgina two ibuprofen, one co-coldamol and to see
the doctor in the morning. Great. We duly followed her instructions to the
letter. We could all now go back to
sleep.
Well one hour later the door
blasts open again. Georgina was
screaming in severe pain and bouncing around like Tigger repeatedly saying “Dad I’m in so much pain. I don’t want to die. Help me!”
This was serious. I was straight on the phone to Frendoc and
before I knew it we were in Ward 207 Frenchay Hospital. I couldn’t believe it. I have been backwards and forwards to
hospital for the past two years with Caroline and now there is my daughter led
on a medical bed.
What was to follow was even more disconcerting. Following an extensive assessment,
examination and blood tests the consultant informs Georgina
“… there are some irregularities in
your blood”
I could only think “what is it
this time?”
“your blood tests show that your
enzymes are raised. You have
pancreatitis”
My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe my ears. I had been diagnosed with pancreatitis only two
months earlier and would not wish it on anyone let my own daughter. Oh my god!
“Are you sure?” I asked
disbelievingly.
“Definitiely” she replied
abruptly. “We need to do an ultra scan
for gallstones…”.
I looked at Georgina. She was already fed up and anxious about
being in hospital. Now she was trying to
absorb this news and what the possible outcomes would be.
When the consultant left I tried
to re-assure Georgina. We were both in
shock. It didn’t make sense to me. Surely she was too young to have a gallstone
problem? The other main route for contracting pancreatitis is alcohol
abuse. Well I know Georgina had been out
on “freshers” week and all that goes with it but surely not to this
extent. My head was spinning but the
priority was to keep re-assuring Georgina.
Anyway Georgina had to stay in
overnight on Saturday. She hated being
in hospital and having to stay in one place.
Leaving my daughter alone in the hospital that night was very difficult. I didn’t know what to do for the best. I’m
sure Caroline would have camped out on the ward all night.
Sunday morning I awake to about
ten text messages from Georgina each of which telling me what to bring in
“Scissors”
“Hair dryer”
“Brush”
“Tooth paste”
“etc etc”
Georgina looked much better when
I got to the ward. Obviously a night rest had done her a world of good. My mum and dad turned up which was good and
allowed me to go home to ensure Joe was alright.
At 3pm Georgina calls me
“Dad I’ve been kicked out of my
bed and I now ready to come home”
“Great news. I’m on my way”
When I met her on the ward
Georgina tells me
“I haven’t got pancreatitis nor any gallstones”
My instincts were right. I was relieved but
exasperated at the same time
“What! What have you got?”
“The doctor told me that I had
been taking too many Nurofen over the past three weeks which has irritated both
my stomach and my pancreas. I have to
eat a low fat diet and not drink alcohol for at least the next two weeks plus take Omezprazole”
Well I smiled. I was relieved that it wasn’t
pancreatitis. I was relieved that the
doctor understood the cause of the pain.
Most of all I was pleased Georgina was coming home. However, I couldn’t stop telling her that she had to
read and follow the instructions on medicine.
Was she listening? “Probably not!”