The Marshmallow’s Revenge…Scooby, Dooby Doo, Where Are You!
September 12, 2012 § 16 Comments
The swellings in my neck and throat area, aka the marshmallows, have exacted their revenge and put me in hospital: Thanks for that, light, fluffy, glucose laden sweet , masquerading as some weird anatomical anomaly.
I have to admit to feeling extremely sorry for myself at this moment in time.
I am sitting in a hospital in Newcastle upon Tyne, the RVI. It’s a very nice hospital, with lovely staff, but it’s not home.
Before this whole dermatomyo-shite-is episode I had very little experience of hospitals – they were for those sad, sorry ill people. You know, those people with ‘health problems’ of which I wasn’t one. Since dermatomyositis took over my life, hospitals are part of my rich circle of experience. The smell of them is faintly reassuring. Walking down the corridor feels comfortable. I instantly took to my bed, on which I am now typing this post and settled in.
But it’s still not home. I want to be in my own bed, with my stuff around me.
But at least I am being checked out and looked after. The NHS at its best. I came into the ward and within an hour I’d had a CT scan and thorough body exam by two neurologists. The CT scan results have not been very helpful and I have to now have an ultrasound. But it doesn’t look like lymph nodes, which is good, as I was worried about non Hodgkins which has an association with dermatomyositis (be something if I ended up with the same illness as Suz wouldn’t it).
So now I wait for Ear, Nose and Throat to check me out to see if they have any ideas what the lumps are. I’m a medical mystery. I wish I wasn’t.
Oh and I HATE canullas, hate them, loath them. And I have to keep this one in overnight, arggggggg.
Here it is, if I have to suffer it, you may as well see it, in all its bloody glory (or is that gory):
I’ll update you on the marshmallow mystery once I know what’s going on. If only Scooby Doo was here.