GIANT COCONUTS !

GIANT COCNUTS

As I read back on my Blog I feel that I have portrayed myself as somewhat of a moaner, but if you were in my shoes you may feel the same, or your morale may have hit rock bottom much sooner.

All I can see over the last 11 years in my life is Misdiagnosis upon Misdiagnosis.

It has RUINED our lives and overtaken us.

For 11 years I have been relaying my symptoms to several Doctors.
These symptoms are logical.
They are not invented.
I never heard of them before I was struck with them.

The first few Doctors I saw were competent, sympathetic women Doctors.
Then a string of steely faced, pre-judging male Doctors.
Then a few more ridiculously incoherent, incompetent female Doctors.

I have had several trips to the hospital.
In and out.
Backwards and forwards.
Toing and froing.
In-patient and Out-patient.

Been turned away,
Spurned away,
Skitted at,
Mocked,
Laughed at
Talked about nastily within ear-shot of my hospital bed.

They've been in my body,
out of my body,
around my body,
through my body,
under my body,
over my body,
and through it all,
they treated me like a

NOBODY !

then they got paid top dollar.

If you read down my Blog you should get the gist of my disabling and debilitating
ailment.

But today, Sunday 9th November, I am down with some kind of Flu bug.

It started DAYS ago, silently creeping up on me and then ZAP - it got me good and proper.

Apart from the usual stiff neck, aching limbs, weakness, sore throat etc, I have had more besides.

The feeling of my brain swelling up and pressing hard on my inner skull.

Petrifying.

When I eat Yeast or Sugar I experience the same thing,
not that the majority of Medics believe me.

Nevertheless, this is what has been happening to me during the last few days when my temperature has soared.
My husband and son have been ready to phone an ambulance because of the travail I have been in.
I have had such a high fever.
In conjunction with this tender brain feeling, I can't BARE any noise.
It seems to be TOUCHING that sensitive part of my head.
My neck is so stiff that I have had to lay down for hours on end without moving.
Also, my fingers have been NUMB.
Not cold numb.
The " NO FEELING what-so-ever " kind of NUMB.

Stiff neck,
swollen brain,
Numb fingers.

I HAD to think - MENINGITIS !

( but no rash )

I have been labelled a Martyr for not going to the Docs and getting some Anti-biotics but it's NOTHING to do with the stiff-upper-lip syndrome.

I have a terrible problem with Yeast and Sugar
(and everything else) but mostly these 2 and anything that either UPS the female hormone levels or unbalances the yeast level.....
which is exactly what anti-biotics DO.

They feed the lump which has been steadily growing for 11 years causing great weight-gain and deformity.
Most peoples bowels are LOOSENED by Antibiotics, but I am severely constipated by them.

EVERYTHING has been in REVERSE for the last 11 years but my complaint has fallen mostly on deaf ears.
Fruit and veg constipate.
Grains do the same.
Something swells and stretches as if it is about to rip right open when I eat anything offensive.

If you read down you will see that one Urologist treated me disdainfully but a second one, with a nicer manner, diagnosed my symptoms to be that of a Uretal Stone, ( a stone lodged in one of the Kidney Tubes that takes the Urine to the Bladder )

The first Urologist who I have moaned and moaned about in my Blog, diagnosed me as being

" CONSTIPATED "

and recorded in my notes that he

" SENT PATIENT HOME IN PAIN ".

This was years ago before this thing really took root.
It was STILL very disabling and I have mentioned it several times in my earlier Blogs.

Both of the Urologists nurses exclaimed how VERY SWOLLEN I was and made their moan to me about those above them.
They are in a bad catch 22 situation.

This Urologist who SENT ME HOME IN PAIN with suggested CONSTIPATION and showed a distinct lack of interest in me, ALSO operated on my husbands WEDDING TACKLE.

My husband had real fears and apprehensions about having a VASECTOMY but all the family said .....

" GO ON - HAVE IT DONE - IT'S A RELATIVELY SIMPLE PROCEDURE THESE DAYS. YOU'LL BE FINE "

We only said this because the statistics portrayed the more favourable of a VASECTOMY.

I had just had my 4th and 5th child at 39 and 40 so I done my bit.

Anyway - going back to the Urologist who has failed to be thorough with me.

This same man was ALSO responsible for my husbands VASECTOMY.

My husband came home in AGONY with MASSIVE COCONUTS where he should have had a much

SMALLER PACKAGE -

EVEN WITH THE POST-OP SWELLING.

He was REASSURED that

" ALL WAS WELL "

and

" You will feel some SLIGHT discomfort - but most men go back to work the same day "

NOT SO MY HUSBAND !
After persevering as long as he could in SHEER AGONY he went back to the hospital with his GIANT COCONUTS - bulging through his trousers and had to be RE-OPERATED ON as he had developed a

MASSIVE SCROTAL HAEMATOMA.

HALF A PINT of blood was drained from his SCROTUM.

Ahhhh - WHAT a relief for him.

My husband and myself overlooked this misdemeanor and didn't make any complaints to the Hospital Complaints Dept. or to any other Medical Body of the NHS.

We were naive and allowed ourselves to be demeaned because of Medical Hierarchy.

Should we have raised an issue with the PCT at that time ?

We just felt that - as the old adage goes

" They'll all stick together "

The man in the street is made to feel small by Medical Authority.



A few years ago I compiled my own in-depth report for the PCT.

I didn't receive a favourable response and to make matters worse,
I had just lost my sister and the new Doctor refused to support my continued Disability Living Allowance Claim, as the previous Doctor had and I lost £99 per week as well.

So all in all, other people have helped to make the last 11 years of my life the most difficult and miserable without a shadow of a doubt.

I'll have to collate some of the notes I prepared for the PCT from my paid Medical Records

and put them on my Blog.


It's all very, very distressing.