The problem with varices is you don't know you have them.
I did - know I mean. But you can live with them for years without knowing, and a lifetime without any problems from them.
Mine just decided it was bursting time.
Because they bleed into the stomach, there is no pain, no warning (although I'd had a mild stomach-ache for a week or so, which I did mention to my Doctor, but she would not have been able to diagnose anything at that point)
You don't even taste blood. Just suddenly start bringing it up.
I was checked out by the psychiatric team, no idea if that will come to anything.
I have an appointment with my GP next week, I'm supposed to be going back in, in two weeks (no WAY am I going in the day before Christmas Eve) and seeing the Consultant in a month.
So am really just waiting around, trying to take care of myself, and hoping that this stay is the last in a long while. Because aside from the fact I have varices because of my cirrhosis, I didn't actually do anything specific to put myself in hospital this time, and yet it was the closest I've been to having something truly dangerous in my life thus far.
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Last edited by Sundae; 12-10-2015 at 09:55 AM.
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