Fingers crossed for food poisoning. 

Fingers crossed for food poisoning. 

So, recently I went on holiday with my family. We spent a lovely but exhausting week at the seaside in a static caravan. Honestly, I really enjoyed it; but even with rest and wheelchair use it took everything out of me. This became more literal on the Thursday when my stomach started playing up. Literally EVERYTHING was coming out of me, via the rear exit. 

These bouts of crippling pain and bowel evacuation hit me in the early hours of the morning. I woke in the night and after rolling around like a landed seal for a while I gave up and sprinted (more waddled, I’m heavily pregnant) to the teeny tiny bathroom. What ensued will haunt me for life. Three hours of bouts where my body felt like it was literally trying to turn itself inside out. Best of all this cycle repeated for the remainder of the holiday, well past heading home. 

On the Monday I could take it no longer. I called my doctor. In their wisdom they professed it just be campylobacter, and I was ordered to provide them with a sample. Now I don’t want to go into too much detail, but harvesting that sample was quite possibly THE worst experience of my entire life. Bar none. (And I’ve had cameras inserted into almost every produce of my body.) But, like the trooper I am, I did it. My husband, bless his heart, was tasked with delivering said specimen to the surgery. A task only made worth it by the look of repulsion on the receptionists face when he handed it over. 

So, my sample was in, and all that was left for me to do was hope. But here’s the strange part. Unlike most, I was hoping that I DID have the dreaded bug! Crazy right?! Wrong. 

If I had foodpoisoning then it would mean a week or do on antibiotics and it would be gone. Poof!! I’m your face bugs, you’ve been eradicated!! But if not? Well, then it means my body was just doing its usual trick of torturing me. As for treatment? Well that would be none existent. I’d just have to ride it out. 

Results day arrived. Like a nervous teen awaiting exam results I called the surgery. NEGATIVE. No bugs here! There’s nothing messing up my bowel other than my bowel. I was, and still am, gutted. Maybe because she was worried about my other conditions, maybe because my bowel cramps were now causing bear constant braxton hicks, or maybe to placate me, she called me to the surgery. There she poked and prodded and tried to be reassuring. I’m doing all the right things (I know). My baby is probably aggravating my bowel (fantastic, that’s just another two months of hell then). Hopefully it’ll settle once he’s here (I hate the word hopefully). But what it boiled down to was this. There was really nothing she could do. 

So here I am. Living with it. Riding out the waves of cramps and tightenings and daydreaming about only having food poisoning. Oh, how sweet it would be to have a problem that could actually be fixed!