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Originally Posted by Big Damo
My old man kept playing Terry Tough C with his chest pains which he knew was gall stones and it had to be removed.
He lasted a year before it got so bad he had to go into hospital by ambulance, and it was gangrenous.
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shows how bigga sook I am
to tell the story I need to go back to the 12months leading up to it
I had decided to change my life, I went from weighing 128kg down to 76kg in less than a year.
We went to my wife's aunts funeral and the food afterwards was fair dinkum Nanna specials (catered for by the CWA) and I hit the buffet hard (old habbits and all that)
That night it felt like a truck was parked on my chest so after about 6hours I said to my wife at 3am um I think you need to take me to the hospital it feels like a truck parked on my chest, I was also sweating heavily, so the in-laws came round to mind the kids and my wife took me to hospital fearing the worst
They ran a heap of tests and my heart rhythm was not normal but not what they would expect along with a heap of other things, the on call cardiologist had me transferred to another hospital for an Angio gram, that found nothing and by this stage, my heart rate and BP were back to normal and I was just tired, so they did an ultrasound and found a heap of gall stones which I found out is quite common if you lose a lot of weight relatively quickly, within a fortnight they threw me on a table ripped the gigger out and all was good.
I guess that's where the private health cover is fantastic, my mates Dad was diagnosed with the same problem a month before me and it was 6 months before he got it out under the public system.
The other issue I had which still relates to my poor lifestyle choices when I was younger but didn't show up until a few years after the gall bladder
Is diverticulitis, like the
OP I had a few issues with abdominal pain when I was not looking after myself and they had all disappeared, again a function brought it to ahead, we were celebrating my grandmothers birthday at a shintzel house and this particular evening was the end of about a month of work travel, eating all the wrong stuff, and this night all bets were off, the following day I was in pain real pain, but I nurofined it and kept on keeping on the day after I could hardly walk but I shrugged it off. That night though I was in agony, I went to the medical center on the way home who suggested I take this letter to the ed as he suspected something nasty, they gave me some great drugs and said wait out in the waiting room (was a busy night) I couldn't sit I couldn't stand I was doubled over even with morphine, but they sent me back to my GP with a letter suggesting more tests, I had these done but hadn't gotten any results back that day and that night was worse than the last the following moring it was back to the GP and off to hosital for nil by mouth for about a week and a massive course of antibiotics to kill the infection.
The up side is I then had a colonoscopy that confirmed the diverticulitis and also that I had no issues polip / bowl cancer wise. it also was a BIG wake up call to eat lots of fiber and the right foods, trust me you NEVER want that pain