Sunday 2 March 2014

An ill partner

What I haven't mentioned in my other blog posts from the Christmas holidays was that Daisy was ill. At the beginning of December she began to get stomach pains, which she thought was heart burn. So we bought her Gavascon to try and deal with it. Unfortunately it made no difference and the pain got progressively worse.

Over the course of the holidays the pain just got worse and worse for her. There would be days when she simply couldn't get out of bed and would sleep for the whole day. When we were in Swakop she visited a doctor who said that it was acid reflux and gave her pills to deal with it. The pills made no difference either.

When we were in Otchikondo the pain was still getting worse, and so Gilly organised for us to visit a Doctor in Windhoek. Daisy had a g-scope (don't ask me to spell it out properly) which is when they stick a tube down your throat with a camera. Thankfully Daisy was knocked out for this, although it didn't seem to make much of a difference. Even unconscious she was still fighting them, and in the end the doctor had to give her more drugs while two nurses held her down. In a way it was both fascination and horrifying to watch, although the doctor assured me that she wouldn't remember it.

Once again the doctor said that she had acid reflux. The g-scope had also shown that she had an abrasion on her oesophagus caused by the acid reflux. Daisy was given different acid-reflux pills (since the first type obviously weren't working) as well as pain killers and nausea tablets.

I must confess it was quite amusing watching Daisy recover from being knocked out.  To keep her mouth open during the procedure she had to bite down on this blue plastic thing. Except once it was all over she refuse to give it up! The nurse had to just leave it because trying to remove it by force would just have resulted in teeth coming out apparently. The rest of the day was spent keeping an eye on Daisy as she collapsed on the sofa, and assuring the other people at the hostel that she wasn't dying, and that she was simply drugged.

Hoping that this would finally prove to be the solution to her two month long problem, we headed home to Tses.

1 comment:

  1. How naive you were!
    Looking forward to more blog updates and photos of private jets aka air ambulances!

    ReplyDelete