Scared the 'bee-gee-bers' out of me!

.WARNING: This is the longest blog I have written in my life

Saturday was rugby, things were not going right that day, I was late to my game, forgot my boots and just didn't have the right preparation. As I was running onto the field a thought came to my mind 'you are gonna get hurt today' I thought nothing of it and continued playing the game.

I made a good return from our 22 and made it to half way. I dropped this easy catch and just felt off my game. Then we had this back line move going and this person broke a few tackles then passed me the ball. It must have been a hospital pass cos I got crunched straight away, both of us were still standing but the ball popped out.

I felt like I had been hit by a truck and found it hard to breathe cos I was winded. I went to the side of the field because I thought I was going to spew. I stayed there to recover and started to feel right. I played a little touch with a boy on the side-line and after a while stopped playing cos something felt wrong.

The game ended and I thought nothing of is. I told Jessie I got crunched and then jumped in the shower. I was just looking at my chest to see if there was anything happening e.g. Bruising, marks, blood. Everything seemed fine. Sunday I had no problems but a head ache which I rarely get. Monday was similar until about 9pm at night.

I had just finished watching the hobbit 2 and stood up and felt a tingle. I didn't think much of it but it kept tingling. I lifted up my top and told Jessie it's a little sore. I thought it would go away, but it didn't. The pain got worse so I took some Panadol and headed for bed.

I didn't last long because I was out complaining about my chest to Jessie this time I was in the groaning stage. Like it was just unbearable. The explanation I give people is this... It was like there was a fire explosion happening every 2-3 seconds in my upper stomach that had an electrical current along with it. Needless to say I was in pain.

As I got back to my feet Jessie had already rang the ambulance and I was waiting for their arrival like there was no tomorrow. I was thinking I was going to die, and I felt stink. This pain was not going away.

When the ambo drives arrived they asked me all the questions necessary, and asked me to do things that hurt like hell. Like breathe in slowly "it hurts" just focus, 10 breathes later.... "Ok thanks" talks to the other ambo driver. Ok can you take some deep breaths for me hahahah Crickey.

They made me take some drugs which I happily took and made the decision to take me to New Plymouth. Another painful task was to hold still for 30 seconds. This seemed impossible. By this time they had put the IV plug in, put sticky things on to check my heart, shaved my chest so it could stick, and pumped more drugs into me.

I now learnt that it was my 'eppi gastric' area which was sore and where all the pain was. By then the drugs must have kicked in because it felt like I turned into the most intelligent person in the world. I was using eppi gastric in every other sentence. I was cracking the ambo drivers up which made me feel good.

Now the drugs were not helping the pain. I told them I was about a 7 then 6 then 5.8 haha they just laughed. Then it went back up to 7. This was alarming to them so I heard them on the walkie talkie "the morphine is doing nothing, we are gonna give him more drugs". Now the next 2 drugs were magical, like they sent me into space. If I thought I was intelligent before I had now turned into a genius.

One was a pill and the other I would recommend to anyone who needs pain relief. It was a hand held green and plastic device, attached to nothing. I explained it as 'vivid lollies' heck it was wayyyyy nice. I asked if I could keep it and offered it to everyone I met. I asked everyone if they had tried it and if they hadn't heck they need too! It was really nice aye.

Once I got to the hospital I started to meet everyone, all the doctors and nurses. It's like they were my best friends. There was 'picky' who wouldn't tell me her Maori name, Bex who what I thought was the nicest nurse in the whole entire world, and the Ed the doctor, who name wasn't Ed but he had ED DOCTOR on his top so that was his name for the rest of the night.

While drugged I just wanted to talk to people and any chance I had I took it. I would just chat about different things and all my aim was to make them laugh. The x-Ray lady couldn't care less. I spewed every time she asked me to move. I told her I was super-hot and she said there was nothing she could do.

Jessie called the hospital during it all and I talked to her and couldn't stop raving about this vivid lolly. She said I was high as a kite, I thought it was quite funny. I also had the itchiest nose in the world which I later learned was the effects of the morphine.  Every time they asked me to move I spewed. They said they would wait until the drugs wore off and see what happened. I was terrified as I thought the pain would come back

They did an ultrasound and set me up for a CT scan. They said if anything is damaged they would have to cut me open and fix it. This also terrified me. As the drugs wore off I was just groggy as, and felt terrible. Sure enough the doctors were still poking around where it hurt. The most famous question from anyone that checked my heart rate was... Do you know you have a really low heart beat? To my reply was yes I have been told my whole life. It went in between 30 and early 40's apparently that is low.

Now the CT scan was amazing. Firstly I was scared out of my pants cos I had read a book called 'visions of glory' and the person in it reacted to the chemical and died! I go in thinking 'heck they better look after me'. Now they did warn me of a warm feeling all over my body and a feeling like I was peeing. I thought 'yeah ok'.

They told me to put my hands over my head and relax, and so I did. Man the sensation was nice as. I felt my body go warm the feeling of me peeing myself and thought 'just roll with it this feels way good'. All those people who have had it done you know what I'm talking about haha.

They put me in this other part of ED and there I waited until I got discharged. Besides being half asleep and farting it was a pleasant time I there. I thought about trying to cover it up but I thought stuff it haha. Jess came in to keep me company it was nice to see her and spend time with her. The kids came in previous but it wasn't working.

The doctors gave me nothing, said everything was fine and that they didn't know what it was. They said the logical thing 'it should get better, if it doesn't come back'. They did all the tests so that gave me a peace of mind.

Well guess what it came back 6 days later and it was another roller coaster of events. Sure enough they drugged me up and I felt like a pharmaceutical. The pain wore off but it was identical to the last attack. Like when I felt the pain coming back I knew I was in the process of hours of pain, it was torture

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Finally, they have given me medication to take now. They are covering all their bases now which is nice. They have me booked into get a scan which hopefully helps that matter. I guess what I have learned from all this is life is precious and you could be gone in an instant. Make sure you do things that really count, forgive those people that have hurt you, and most importantly be kind to your family.

I do love my family a lot and I tell them all the time. I do think however it is time to show them. Hope you enjoyed the read. - Haydn