Ok, so as those who know me know that I am an absolute, raging alcoholic. 18 cans/pints of 6% cider plus half a bottle of vodka a day. Well on Monday last week I woke up and felt like someone was punching me non stop on the top right hand side of my abdomen, I already have chronic pancreatitus so I suspected it was that. I stuck out the pain until Wednesday when I literally thought I was dying and ascending, using an umbrella as a walking aid I managed a few feet before collapsing on a bench and some pretty decent normies and oldies (it has to be said) carried me up to my doctors (about 5 mins away, but everything is uphill where I live. Plus bear in mind I stink and look like a Hobo) and soon as my doc seen me he phoned an ambulance. He cancelled all his appointments and waited in a room with me for 4 hours whilst all I could do was scream in agony and writhe around on the floor.
Eventually got admitted to hospital with acute alcohol hepatitus, a peptic ulcer, pancreas is almost dead on its feet and need my gall bladder cut out. Pretty much I'm screwed but I've known and accepted this due to my lifestyle for a long time, I get just about every opioid painkiller imaginable so as long as the pain is numbed, and I get wasted due to side effects as an added bonus I don't mind
The hospital treat me like royalty 9 times out of 10, even though my condition is self inflicted. A Becky nurse went and purchased me a pair of Totès socks, two pairs of tracksuit bottoms, pyjamas, brand new t-shirt and 2 pairs of y-fronts as I had the same clothes on for 2 months when I was admitted. Also I can't control my bowels anymore so Becki's and Stacies have to show me how to put nappies/diapers on as this is all new to me The wifi is about £10 a day here but the Becky nurse who bought my clothes gave me the admin password, I even had her sat listening to St. YogaCels (Steve Beierle) album with me. Naturally she doesn't have a clue who he is but she liked "I'll Sleep in Paris" and "No Shame" so much that she put them on her Ipod She thinks he's an up and coming singer/songwriter LMFAO!!
I'm in hospital pretty regular, apart from getting off alcohol which is the worst withdrawal EVER, I usually get double portions of food etc..
The only thing which pisses me off is the crazies on the ward who scream all night and wonder into your room unannounced, if you don't watch your back you can very easily become currency in these places.
I recorded two short clips of the last two nights in here just so you guys can see what night time can be like in here. Plus if you have a weird desire to hear my voice then it's on there. Take care fellow CelBro's, keep up the witty posting as it's keeping my spirits up.
Eventually got admitted to hospital with acute alcohol hepatitus, a peptic ulcer, pancreas is almost dead on its feet and need my gall bladder cut out. Pretty much I'm screwed but I've known and accepted this due to my lifestyle for a long time, I get just about every opioid painkiller imaginable so as long as the pain is numbed, and I get wasted due to side effects as an added bonus I don't mind
The hospital treat me like royalty 9 times out of 10, even though my condition is self inflicted. A Becky nurse went and purchased me a pair of Totès socks, two pairs of tracksuit bottoms, pyjamas, brand new t-shirt and 2 pairs of y-fronts as I had the same clothes on for 2 months when I was admitted. Also I can't control my bowels anymore so Becki's and Stacies have to show me how to put nappies/diapers on as this is all new to me
The wifi is about £10 a day here but the Becky nurse who bought my clothes gave me the admin password, I even had her sat listening to St. YogaCels (Steve Beierle) album with me. Naturally she doesn't have a clue who he is but she liked "I'll Sleep in Paris" and "No Shame" so much that she put them on her Ipod She thinks he's an up and coming singer/songwriter LMFAO!!I'm in hospital pretty regular, apart from getting off alcohol which is the worst withdrawal EVER, I usually get double portions of food etc..
The only thing which pisses me off is the crazies on the ward who scream all night and wonder into your room unannounced, if you don't watch your back you can very easily become currency in these places.
I recorded two short clips of the last two nights in here just so you guys can see what night time can be like in here. Plus if you have a weird desire to hear my voice then it's on there. Take care fellow CelBro's, keep up the witty posting as it's keeping my spirits up.
