The Ailment thread

[Elite]

12 minutes ago, Pistonbroke said:

 

Good luck mate. As you say, getting old is a bastard. Just got to wait for MRI scans (they need up to date ones) early December and then sort out dates for the operation. Hopefully in January as I don't want to be out of action fully over the Xmas/NE period. 

Isn't it about 3 months recovery time? A bloke I work with had it done and was off for about that time,.

[Guest Pistonbroke]

6 minutes ago, Elite said:

Isn't it about 3 months recovery time? A bloke I work with had it done and was off for about that time,.

I'm not sure mate. I was operated on the shoulder in summer of 2018 and again in Nov 2018. I've been having Physio/injections/ and then intensive physio ever since. Basically got a frozen shoulder now, I can move it to a certain degree then no further, lots of pain as well, especially when i try to move the arm to the back or putting clothes on. Hurts like fuck whilst in bed and feel like I've done 12 rounds of boxing when I awake. I can still use it for normal things like cooking, typing etc, as long as I don't go beyond a certain angle. He basically said it would be a major OP this time, getting all the details and after OP prognosis in the next appointment. 

[Elite]

38 minutes ago, Pistonbroke said:

I'm not sure mate. I was operated on the shoulder in summer of 2018 and again in Nov 2018. I've been having Physio/injections/ and then intensive physio ever since. Basically got a frozen shoulder now, I can move it to a certain degree then no further, lots of pain as well, especially when i try to move the arm to the back or putting clothes on. Hurts like fuck whilst in bed and feel like I've done 12 rounds of boxing when I awake. I can still use it for normal things like cooking, typing etc, as long as I don't go beyond a certain angle. He basically said it would be a major OP this time, getting all the details and after OP prognosis in the next appointment. 

Must be frustrating as fuck living with that, did you do a lot of weights? They knackered my shoulders up but they are fine as long as I don't aggravate it, which means no lifting.

[Guest Pistonbroke]

32 minutes ago, Elite said:

Must be frustrating as fuck living with that, did you do a lot of weights? They knackered my shoulders up but they are fine as long as I don't aggravate it, which means no lifting.

 

Yeah, did a shit load of weights earlier in life, boxed in the Army and the usual shitty training like 20 km bash with 30 kg in the back pack, log runs with a fucking tree trunk spread over 5-8 soldiers shoulders etc... I also did a lot of activities like rock climbing, sailing, Abseiling which all take it out on your body one way or another. TBH, I reckon I'd have been better off being a lazy cunt and just jogging to stay fit. Ironically, my knees are the only joints that haven't been affected, normally the first things to go. 

[Remmie]

On 05/11/2019 at 22:21, Paulie Dangerously said:

Inflamed tendon. 

I have clarks boots and just bought some insoles to help. Will look at birkos. 

Was that through your GP mate?

Do you remember where your kisses got them from mate?

Negged for making me look like a moaning cunt for having sore feet. 

I self diagnosed my plantar fascitis (possibly from learning about it off you on this thread) and perhaps wasn't as severe as yours but these insoles bought cheaply off Amazon sorted me out:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/6040791608/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apap_lhziE81jJKevs

 

[Captain Turdseye]

I took a knee to the ribs about ten days ago in a freak bedroom related incident. It hurt at the time and has felt a bit sore since but I’d mostly forgot about it. I’ve even enjoyed some time in the bedroom a couple of times since.

 

Woke up yesterday and it was absolutely killing me. Feel like I’ve been absolutely battered in the midriff. Sore to the touch, hurts when I move around and hurts when I take a deep breath. This morning it was not only on my side but it had spread round to the front of my chest too. 

 

Is it possible to have a delayed reaction to a broken/cracked rib? Could I have partially cracked it and then made it worse just going about my daily business? That’s what I’m assuming it is but if it gets any worse I’m going to have to see a doctor. 

[VladimirIlyich]

1 hour ago, Captain Turdseye said:

I took a knee to the ribs about ten days ago in a freak bedroom related incident. It hurt at the time and has felt a bit sore since but I’d mostly forgot about it. I’ve even enjoyed some time in the bedroom a couple of times since.

 

Woke up yesterday and it was absolutely killing me. Feel like I’ve been absolutely battered in the midriff. Sore to the touch, hurts when I move around and hurts when I take a deep breath. This morning it was not only on my side but it had spread round to the front of my chest too. 

 

Is it possible to have a delayed reaction to a broken/cracked rib? Could I have partially cracked it and then made it worse just going about my daily business? That’s what I’m assuming it is but if it gets any worse I’m going to have to see a doctor. 

Steven Seagal was banging your missus and you tried to stop him? Your ribs are now Under Siege?

[Rick Sanchez C-137]

Had my tonsils out today, at 31. They have given me lots of grief over the years, biannual tonsillitis, and remained swollen for the last 6 month, with a little lump/growth in them.

 

They are now gone, and sent for biopsy. Pray for mojo.

 

For what it's worth the surgeon saw me after and said she'd had a look at the lump once out and was pretty confident the biopsy would show it to be a harmless polyp/scarring from repeated infection, but I've spent 6 months with horrendous health anxiety and that wasn't enough to turn it off completely. But it has turned the volume down 80%. If confirmed harmless in 2 weeks time, I will be planning myself a party and a holiday.

 

Also, I'm in a significant amount of pain. Not sure if it's because my tonsils were so big, they've had a lot of cutting and cauterising to do, or if it's because I'm a big soft shite.

[Dr Nowt]

Good luck mate.

 

Takes a big mental toll having a health scare hanging over you so hope you get the news you want asap. Keep on keeping on.

[Chip Butty]

Pills and nasal spray for the polyps up me nose, ointment for me pile, inhaler for joint fucked lungs and a clipper lighter to burn the playdo barber shop hair that grows out of me ears and nose. 

 

 

Who'd a thunk that sweet young feral twat from the south end, would end up looking and moving like oddbod from carry on screaming, all these years later.

 

 

 

[Rick Sanchez C-137]

1 hour ago, Lizzie Birdsworths Wrinkled Chopper said:

Good luck mate.

 

Takes a big mental toll having a health scare hanging over you so hope you get the news you want asap. Keep on keeping on.

Thanks. I'm almost there, as she seems very calm and confident. And has done tens of thousands of tonsillectomys.

 

Honestly been questioning everything this last while. Life choices and what's important. Definitely going to build more quality family time. Less TV and more doing things. Might rent a camper van and tour the coast of Ireland.

 

*Munches Doritos*

*Watches TV*

[VladimirIlyich]

10 hours ago, Chip Butty said:

Pills and nasal spray for the polyps up me nose, ointment for me pile, inhaler for joint fucked lungs and a clipper lighter to burn the playdo barber shop hair that grows out of me ears and nose. 

 

 

Who'd a thunk that sweet young feral twat from the south end, would end up looking and moving like oddbod from carry on screaming, all these years later.

 

 

 

What a shame as you look great in your avatar. The picture of youth.

[Dougie Do'ins]

Usually getting a cold (yes a cold, not fucking flu!!) doesn't bother me. This one however is pissing me right off as it's come with an annoying cough which feels like a rat is scratching the inside of  my windpipes.

[Guest Pistonbroke]

4 minutes ago, Dougie Do'ins said:

Usually getting a cold (yes a cold, not fucking flu!!) doesn't bother me. This one however is pissing me right off as it's come with an annoying cough which feels like a rat is scratching the inside of  my windpipes.

 

Gargling with Salt Water is your friend. 

[Dr Nowt]

Had an operation I’ve needed for years today, fucking years. Been saying I had a problem in my sinuses for 3 years and reiterating it to my clinical team. Got referred to a specialist in 2016, was told I had no issue. Kept raising it since to no avail. Various things have happened since, one of which a sudden massively serious bleed one night at 2am in the early part of January 2018 - pints and pints of blood everywhere, literally all up the walls, my ex described walking into “a murder scene” (and she’d know) as it was projectiling out of my mouth in all directions for 10 minutes or so with no sign of stopping. At one point it was so grimly shocking I was on the cusp of snapping at her to give me some privacy and fuck off out of the bathroom, as I knew it was the only thing which would make her leave my side and genuinely thinking it might all go black any minute didn’t want her to see and be left with the memory of what might be coming. 
 

My team instantly put it down to a massive sudden bleed in my lungs - relatively common in CF patients -  requiring immediate surgery consisting of arteries being plugged up by tricky - going in through the groin with a wire and trying not to guide it to a wrong artery while slowly feeding it up - and potentially risky - might leave you blind/paralysed/etc - methods. Even if they get the right one, the other arteries in your lungs are then under more pressure and it appears from a lot of reading that people going down this route ultimately end up having multiple such surgeries on multiple arteries. Like trying to plug a rowing boat springing lots of leaks, was how I pictured it.

 

The first thing I was told about this by my consultant when I admitted myself to hospital was that they had a surgeon ready right now to perform the procedure and I needed to be undergoing the operation within 30 minutes. I said I wanted time to weigh it up and wouldn’t be rushed into that type of surgery, then ultimately refused it, unconvinced of their accuracy, after a day or two soul-searching with my hood up over my face and a DO NOT FUCKING APPROACH ME expression to each and every doctor telling me I risked dying quickly if I had another bleed. In that time I had lots and lots of hard-headed conversations with different medical people and had reason to suspect the bleed came from my nose, for various logical and pragmatic reasons. I’d finished a week course of receiving oxygen through tubes into my nose a few days prior, as they thought I had pneumonia (was the lethal dose of flu killing people up and down the country late 2017) and my oxygen sats were on the floor. As the capillaries in your nose are gossamer-thin and apt to fray, large subsequent nose bleeds are not uncommon after such treatment, I discovered during my enquiries. I’d also been asleep lying on my back for several hours when it started all of a sudden, hence easy for it all to have been leaking down into my lungs for some time beforehand. 

 

Asked my consultant two days later, who was still adamant I needed this surgery, if it was at all feasible the bleed could be from my nose even at such an extreme volume. He said yes. Asked him if he was 100% certain from x-rays etc the bleed was from my lungs. He said no. Asked him if the issue wasn’t with my lungs but they did this operation, could the procedure itself leave my lungs in a worse place and effectively represent a significant clinical milestone I may not have needed to pass. He said that was possible. Asked him if we were sat here in two years time and I hadn’t had another bleed, would we be able to say definitively they had called it wrong and prematurely thought my lungs to be worse than they were. He said that would be a fair shout at the time and they would be saying well done to me for calling it right, but that’s not where we are. He ultimately agreed to trust my take on it with a great degree of watchful waiting and constant checks. We are now at 23 months in and I just had extensive surgery on a number of sinus issues which could explain a major bleed from them under the circumstances above.
 

Had various other issues knocking me sideways on a day to day basis since and pushing me dangerously close to the edge on a longer-term basis. A year ago pretty much today I was told I would be needing a double lung transplant if various clinical markers did not turn around imminently. Markers which can also potentially be explained by the issues I’ve just had surgery on. Gave up my uni course, focused everything on marginal gains and turning round what I could where I could. Made some big improvements. My team are delighted and feel the above threat has been pushed back indefinitely for the time being. To get there I’ve been in and out of hospital for weeks at a time, fucking about, dealing with inconsistencies, omissions, lack of clarity about what is going on, things I raise being forgotten or mixed up, but throughout all of it I’ve kept saying to everyone clinically and in my private life - usually to blank looks - that something is undermining me which isn’t the usual, and is disabling me in a way a proper cunt of a genetic illness hasn’t been able to in 40+ years.

 

Without listing all the issues in the four different surgeries I had on my nose and sinuses today, I’ve had a really close shave in my opinion. A really close shave. This could have just gone on being missed indefinitely if I hadn’t taken matters into my own hands and made it happen. Unchecked infection source living permanently in my nose for many, many years confirmed by my surgeon. Unbelievably dangerous when you have CF. Been completely unable to breathe through my nose, and several other issues with the state of it, inevitably leading to numerous issues that have just tipped me over the edge.

 

He’s delighted with how it’s gone, reckons the dizziness and pressure headaches which have been ruining me progressively more and more often for the past two years - writing off weeks let alone days, keeping me bed-ridden and stealing the person I used to be - will go within 6-8 weeks, and I will now be seeing him every few months to ensure this is managed and kept on top of. Almost gave up the ghost at times this year to be honest, couldn’t see a way round it, didn’t think it would be getting better now, couldn’t get any proper help from a clinical team I think the world of, and thought I was finally fading out after a lifetime of resistance. If willpower were enough in the face of physical inevitabilities, there would be a few hardy cunts 200 years old plus strolling around, sadly the body wins in the end. But this is a genuine chance now. Not had this sort of hope in over 2 years, and with new game-changing drugs in the post, will be fighting with renewed vigour.
 

Completely genuinely, and properly ridiculously like the big earnest leftie self-parody I am, I grinned and said “LABOUR” at the anaesthetist as I nodded off. Obviously made sure I could vote today before my operation was sorted. Solidarity one and all and whatever the result tonight, as Tony Benn once said, “whether you ultimately win or lose a battle doesn’t matter – what matters is whether you fought it hard”. He went onto say the same battles will be fought by each generation over and over, and that there is no final victory and no final defeat. Nobody who posts on here, nobody, is the sort of cunt who wants to gaslight a nation of people from cradle to grave, to vote against their best interests and/or vote against the interests of those they share most in common with. It’s going to take a new spirit and a new more coordinated approach of solidarity if that despicable fucking cunt gets his majority tonight, never forget we’re all each other has.

 

With all that self-indulgent and not entirely morphine-free spiel safely shat out, I should just point out the hospital have ensured my dignity remains at its usual zenith with some beautiful threads. Aided and abetted by my looking like a bloodied Ned Flanders with a tampon strapped to his face.

 

1) Be still your beating heart. Women are struggling to maintain their composure around me as though that manager Watford just sacked has sauntered in:

 

 

2) I can only describe these as the Spastic Imperial Stormtrooper equivalent of velcro-trainers, and assume a more inclusive modern reboot of the franchise is afoot, catering for the likes of me and my ilk:

 

 

TLDR: 2020 is a new year. Let’s not let the malignant, personality-disorder-on-legs lizards who rule over us continue to divide people as terribly as they are now without looking for new ways to overcome it. It might yet take all the solidarity we have in the years to come, to win battles large and small to stop them cutting hard-won progressive gains back even further. And, even if they don’t get their majority, a spirit of mutual forgiveness and connection will be a fitting tribute to having stopped the worst example of the worst sort of cunts humanity produces. 
 

In the spirit of that, @Gnasher. I know your heart is in the right place, sorry for being a smart-arse when you apologised for rightly pointing out I’m a cunt. @G Richards You’re still a loss to the place. Please make the soon to be most repped post ever when we win the title. 
 

It ain’t over til it’s over. Keep on keeping on.

[Captain Turdseye]

*scrollls down quickly looking for pictures resembling tampon on face*

 

*leaves thread disappointed*

[Lee909]

Fucking hell

 

At least they seem to have got to the bottom of it it now. 

[Nunavut Patrick]

Brilliant post Ben.

When you’re done with slippers please post them to me.

[Bjornebye]

Great stuff mate. 

 

And to top it off we have now got to the bottom of this :

 

 

 

 

[Dr Arthur De Sabre]

19 hours ago, Pistonbroke said:

 

Gargling with Salt Water is your friend. 

He’s not gonna give yer a blowy 

[Guest Pistonbroke]

5 minutes ago, arthur friedenreich said:

He’s not gonna give yer a blowy 

 

A man can only hope...


Best of luck Lizzie

[Dr Arthur De Sabre]

12 hours ago, Lizzie Birdsworths Wrinkled Chopper said:

Had an operation I’ve needed for years today, fucking years. Been saying I had a problem in my sinuses for 3 years and reiterating it to my clinical team. Got referred to a specialist in 2016, was told I had no issue. Kept raising it since to no avail. Various things have happened since, one of which a sudden massively serious bleed one night at 2am in the early part of January 2018 - pints and pints of blood everywhere, literally all up the walls, my ex described walking into “a murder scene” (and she’d know) as it was projectiling out of my mouth in all directions for 10 minutes or so with no sign of stopping. At one point it was so grimly shocking I was on the cusp of snapping at her to give me some privacy and fuck off out of the bathroom, as I knew it was the only thing which would make her leave my side and genuinely thinking it might all go black any minute didn’t want her to see and be left with the memory of what might be coming. 
 

My team instantly put it down to a massive sudden bleed in my lungs - relatively common in CF patients -  requiring immediate surgery consisting of arteries being plugged up by tricky - going in through the groin with a wire and trying not to guide it to a wrong artery while slowly feeding it up - and potentially risky - might leave you blind/paralysed/etc - methods. Even if they get the right one, the other arteries in your lungs are then under more pressure and it appears from a lot of reading that people going down this route ultimately end up having multiple such surgeries on multiple arteries. Like trying to plug a rowing boat springing lots of leaks, was how I pictured it.

 

The first thing I was told about this by my consultant when I admitted myself to hospital was that they had a surgeon ready right now to perform the procedure and I needed to be undergoing the operation within 30 minutes. I said I wanted time to weigh it up and wouldn’t be rushed into that type of surgery, then ultimately refused it, unconvinced of their accuracy, after a day or two soul-searching with my hood up over my face and a DO NOT FUCKING APPROACH ME expression to each and every doctor telling me I risked dying quickly if I had another bleed. In that time I had lots and lots of hard-headed conversations with different medical people and had reason to suspect the bleed came from my nose, for various logical and pragmatic reasons. I’d finished a week course of receiving oxygen through tubes into my nose a few days prior, as they thought I had pneumonia (was the lethal dose of flu killing people up and down the country late 2017) and my oxygen sats were on the floor. As the capillaries in your nose are gossamer-thin and apt to fray, large subsequent nose bleeds are not uncommon after such treatment, I discovered during my enquiries. I’d also been asleep lying on my back for several hours when it started all of a sudden, hence easy for it all to have been leaking down into my lungs for some time beforehand. 

 

Asked my consultant two days later, who was still adamant I needed this surgery, if it was at all feasible the bleed could be from my nose even at such an extreme volume. He said yes. Asked him if he was 100% certain from x-rays etc the bleed was from my lungs. He said no. Asked him if the issue wasn’t with my lungs but they did this operation, could the procedure itself leave my lungs in a worse place and effectively represent a significant clinical milestone I may not have needed to pass. He said that was possible. Asked him if we were sat here in two years time and I hadn’t had another bleed, would we be able to say definitively they had called it wrong and prematurely thought my lungs to be worse than they were. He said that would be a fair shout at the time and they would be saying well done to me for calling it right, but that’s not where we are. He ultimately agreed to trust my take on it with a great degree of watchful waiting and constant checks. We are now at 23 months in and I just had extensive surgery on a number of sinus issues which could explain a major bleed from them under the circumstances above.
 

Had various other issues knocking me sideways on a day to day basis since and pushing me dangerously close to the edge on a longer-term basis. A year ago pretty much today I was told I would be needing a double lung transplant if various clinical markers did not turn around imminently. Markers which can also potentially be explained by the issues I’ve just had surgery on. Gave up my uni course, focused everything on marginal gains and turning round what I could where I could. Made some big improvements. My team are delighted and feel the above threat has been pushed back indefinitely for the time being. To get there I’ve been in and out of hospital for weeks at a time, fucking about, dealing with inconsistencies, omissions, lack of clarity about what is going on, things I raise being forgotten or mixed up, but throughout all of it I’ve kept saying to everyone clinically and in my private life - usually to blank looks - that something is undermining me which isn’t the usual, and is disabling me in a way a proper cunt of a genetic illness hasn’t been able to in 40+ years.

 

Without listing all the issues in the four different surgeries I had on my nose and sinuses today, I’ve had a really close shave in my opinion. A really close shave. This could have just gone on being missed indefinitely if I hadn’t taken matters into my own hands and made it happen. Unchecked infection source living permanently in my nose for many, many years confirmed by my surgeon. Unbelievably dangerous when you have CF. Been completely unable to breathe through my nose, and several other issues with the state of it, inevitably leading to numerous issues that have just tipped me over the edge.

 

He’s delighted with how it’s gone, reckons the dizziness and pressure headaches which have been ruining me progressively more and more often for the past two years - writing off weeks let alone days, keeping me bed-ridden and stealing the person I used to be - will go within 6-8 weeks, and I will now be seeing him every few months to ensure this is managed and kept on top of. Almost gave up the ghost at times this year to be honest, couldn’t see a way round it, didn’t think it would be getting better now, couldn’t get any proper help from a clinical team I think the world of, and thought I was finally fading out after a lifetime of resistance. If willpower were enough in the face of physical inevitabilities, there would be a few hardy cunts 200 years old plus strolling around, sadly the body wins in the end. But this is a genuine chance now. Not had this sort of hope in over 2 years, and with new game-changing drugs in the post, will be fighting with renewed vigour.
 

Completely genuinely, and properly ridiculously like the big earnest leftie self-parody I am, I grinned and said “LABOUR” at the anaesthetist as I nodded off. Obviously made sure I could vote today before my operation was sorted. Solidarity one and all and whatever the result tonight, as Tony Benn once said, “whether you ultimately win or lose a battle doesn’t matter – what matters is whether you fought it hard”. He went onto say the same battles will be fought by each generation over and over, and that there is no final victory and no final defeat. Nobody who posts on here, nobody, is the sort of cunt who wants to gaslight a nation of people from cradle to grave, to vote against their best interests and/or vote against the interests of those they share most in common with. It’s going to take a new spirit and a new more coordinated approach of solidarity if that despicable fucking cunt gets his majority tonight, never forget we’re all each other has.

 

With all that self-indulgent and not entirely morphine-free spiel safely shat out, I should just point out the hospital have ensured my dignity remains at its usual zenith with some beautiful threads. Aided and abetted by my looking like a bloodied Ned Flanders with a tampon strapped to his face.

 

1) Be still your beating heart. Women are struggling to maintain their composure around me as though that manager Watford just sacked has sauntered in:

 

 

2) I can only describe these as the Spastic Imperial Stormtrooper equivalent of velcro-trainers, and assume a more inclusive modern reboot of the franchise is afoot, catering for the likes of me and my ilk:

 

 

TLDR: 2020 is a new year. Let’s not let the malignant, personality-disorder-on-legs lizards who rule over us continue to divide people as terribly as they are now without looking for new ways to overcome it. It might yet take all the solidarity we have in the years to come, to win battles large and small to stop them cutting hard-won progressive gains back even further. And, even if they don’t get their majority, a spirit of mutual forgiveness and connection will be a fitting tribute to having stopped the worst example of the worst sort of cunts humanity produces. 
 

In the spirit of that, @Gnasher. I know your heart is in the right place, sorry for being a smart-arse when you apologised for rightly pointing out I’m a cunt. @G Richards You’re still a loss to the place. Please make the soon to be most repped post ever when we win the title. 
 

It ain’t over til it’s over. Keep on keeping on.

Nice one dude, hope the recovery goes well and you can crack on with things in the new year. GP I’m under always tells us, you know yerself and yer condition much better than most of the DRs who will treat you, always speak up if you believe you have a different opinion.

[Dr Nowt]

5 minutes ago, arthur friedenreich said:

Nice one dude, hope the recovery goes well and you can crack on with things in the new year. GP I’m under always tells us, you know yerself and yer condition much better than most of the DRs who will treat you, always speak up if you believe you have a different opinion.

Cheers man. I am really cautiously optimistic, with groundbreaking new meds in the post I could get my life back or certainly a big chunk of it.

 

Oh aye, I’ve always been a keenly enthusiastic advocate for myself where the management of my own condition is concerned. Three-legged race you’re in with doctors, you simply have to take an active role.

[Bjornebye]

4 hours ago, Lizzie Birdsworths Wrinkled Chopper said:

Cheers man. I am really cautiously optimistic, with groundbreaking new meds in the post I could get my life back or certainly a big chunk of it.

 

Oh aye, I’ve always been a keenly enthusiastic advocate for myself where the management of my own condition is concerned. Three-legged race you’re in with doctors, you simply have to take an active role.

With that toe mate I'm sure you can keep up. 

[Nunavut Patrick]

2 hours ago, Bjornebye said:

With that toe mate I'm sure you can keep up. 

Between the toe and knees this thread is becoming prime wank material.