Sunday 27th September
St Thomas’ Hopsital.
Beginning of day four in the hospital. I’ve only had a few hours sleep during my hospital stay. If it isn’t hospital patients screaming (and I mean full on screaming) in the middle of the night for nurses not to touch them, it’s me being sick till all hours of the morning.
That was last night, and tonight I have the dreaded insomnia caused by mass amounts of Prednisolone (steroids)
Ladies and gents, yours truly has got herself into another medical battle.
I have autoimmune hepatitis. A condition where your immune system can’t tell the difference between a healthy cell or a virus. It’s is far too proactive and fights the shit out of everything in it’s warpath. Unfortunately this seems to be my liver.
I was diagnosed in July, once again given the routine of “life long condition, managed through meds, blah blah blah.” Oh hey de javu. Nice to see you, haven’t we been here before?
It’s rare, but can pop up with people who have Ulcerative Colitis. There hadn’t been any symptoms, apart from fatigue but I’ve always assumed it’s my Jpouch being a bit temperamental (sorry mate) and thought nothing of it. My out of whack liver results only came about because of a routine blood test after I’d got back from Australia to check out my IBD.
There will be more in depth posts about AIH when I learn more about it, and I’ll tell you about my journey so far, because let’s face it, this is me and some pretty retarded stuff is probably going to happen, and I’m sure I’ll get some good stories out of it.
For now I just wanted to check in and make you aware that I’ll be posting more.
Have a nice day lovelies, chat soon x