partial bowel obstruction!

Well, firstly I have to apologise for not updating my blog for so long! Believe it or not, a lot has happened since May, and in order that you can get a full understanding of what I have gone through I'm going to post a series of back dated posts, rather than one very long post that you'll all get bored of.

We.'ll start with May 19th. My low residue diet was ticking along quite nicely. It was rather tedious only being able to eat a few things, but with some thought and care, I was still able to eat some tasty food, and I was still enjoying cooking more normal food for family and friends.

On the weekend of May 19th we had some family visiting. An aunt and uncle from up country and we had invited my brother and his family and an aunt and both My grannies, who live in the village, for a barbecue. I had decided to bake a cake and make some bread rolls as my contribution to the cooking. This shouldn't have taken very long in itself. However, I was a little uncomfortable in my tummy. A bit bloated, and not feeling like I could eat.  As the day went on, I began to get the waves of intense pain I'd been having before I had started on low residue.  The pain got more and more, and it became increasingly difficult to finish the cooking I'd set out to do. By the time I'd finished what I'd planned to cook, I had started to have pretty much continuous diarrhoea, and was constantly taking trips to the toilet. I thought this was probably a good thing and that things would start to improve.  I just about managed to say hello to family members, but by the time my mum was lighting the barbecue, I was either in the bathroom or laying in agony on the bed. If I stood upright, I Felt dizzy and sick. Then the sickness started.  I was heaving, right down in the pit of my stomach.  What I was bringing up was very dark in colour. Was it faeces? I started to feel scared at this point.  I could hear all my family outside, laughing and chatting.  Did I need to go to my mum and tell her I thought this might be serious.  Was this the point at which I should be calling an ambulance?

Thankfully, I never got to making this decision.  The sickness eased off a little, and I was able to get some sleep.  I thought perhaps this was a partial obstruction. The next day I gave the ibd nurse a call. I'll save that conversation for my next post.