My time in Hospital.

So this blog is about my life, what I wear, what I do. But ultimately my life.
And I try to be as honest as I can at all times, because you are my friends, and you are a really big part of my life. So here it goes.

I guess it's hard to describe pain, cause there is no way you can kinda transfer that feeling into words but Saturday morning at 4:15am, I felt pain like I never had before. 

I genuinely thought I was dying, I was begging God to let me live (yes a little OTT, but it was early and I hurt). I began saying sorry for all  the things that I've ever done, hoping that would spare me some pain.
That's how it started.

I'm not going to go into too much detail of what happened, as they are private and I will spare you the uncomfortable reading.

On Saturday evening I was admitted into hospital for severe pain and sickness, I was beyond scared.
I was put into a ward full of old ladies who needed the nurses at every beck and call as they were unable to do anything for themselves. As I'm in Wales, all the ladies spoke Welsh, and the nurses spoke Welsh back to them. 

The feeling of isolation was unreal.
My best friend Zara was allowed to stay with me for a while, but was told to go and get my things from home. So I was alone. 

Being 18, in a ward where they were speaking Welsh for the majority, and so far away from home and from my parents. Even now I'm getting teary thinking back to how scared and alone I felt.

I spent Sunday and Monday in hospital, almost constantly on a drip. 

For the majority of the time, I wasn't allowed to eat or drink and the one meal time I was allowed- I took two bites and couldn't stomach it. So on top of my pain and other sickness - I pulled muscles in my chest from vomiting too much (sorry for graphicness).

Hospitals are noisy places, and bright, especially at night. I got about 4 hours sleep over the time I was in hospital. It was a horrible horrible time. I had so many blood test done, and constantly had a needle in me taped onto my arm. Whilst on a drip, I couldn't moved more than 10cm, so all I could do was lay there in pain. What made it worse, was that I didn't have dignity.

 Whilst attached I obviously couldn't go far- meaning I had to use a sick bowl for my constant sickness.


How I was for the majority of my time in hospital

I'm now at home- and I thank God for that.

It was one of the hardest times of my life. But I believe that I was given the best friends in the world to deal with it in.
I've spoken so much about my friends before, how amazing they are. But I really cannot tell you enough how incredible they were. There were only 2 visiting hours a day, but each and every one of those hours they were there waiting to be let in at the door, and stayed until they were thrown out.
They bought me so many things to keep me busy, and not let me get bored (ofc I did anyway). They bought me flowers, so much chocolate and sweets (which are waiting for me to get better to eat!), books, dvds, magazines. Everything I could have ever wanted. 

One of my friends put a message onto the Facebook page of my CU, and also told my church that I was in hospital. I received so many prayers and well wishes, it helped me get through the time I was alone.

I genuinely can't put into words the thanks I have for my friends, and family. Their support was unreal.

My flowers

I also have another thank you, to you.
I have my comments on my blog emailed to me, and I get emails on my phone. The comments which you left on my previous post- although it was completely unrelated, really helped me. Knowing that you were reading and appreciating it, it really really helped.

I also put that I was in hospital on my twitter, and those of you that sent messages and well wishes- thank you so much. You really did help me.

So I'm out of hospital, still unwell. They managed to find out what was wrong with me. 

Not everyone I know found out so I'm not sure I want to tell blogger either. 

I lost a lot of blood through what happened, so am still feeling very weak and sick. But I'm at home and not in a hospital. And that's what I'm focusing on now.

Thank you again for helping me through all of this - give me a week and I'm hoping I'll be a lot better.

Love, Elizabeth xx