roachford
13-06-05, 16:10
I hope this little story of my last few days will give others an insight into how 'out of proportion' things can get in a relitavely short time, AND the resultant effect.
I posted on here last week regarding my concerns over what I feel to be serious health worries - real or imagined.
Well, my symptoms of minor upset stomach persisted and I have been getting myself into more and more of an aggiteded state.
Friday morning, I was due to hold a sculpture day with some kids at a local school. I was a little nervous, but looking forward to getting stuck into a day of art. Well, considering I had convinced myself that the stomach cramps were the beginnings of bowel cancer and that I was heading down a dark road had already set in, the following almost pushed me over the edge.
PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THE NEXT BIT IS A LITTLE DELICATE.
I had to use the bathroom before I started and to my horror, there was tiny traces of blood on the toilet paper. Sorry to be so explict, but I want you all to know how wrong I got things......
I ended staggering out of the bathroom, panic had decended and crushed me in a vice like grip....
'This is it, I was right" I thought. Not five minutes later, I colappsed with fear and the school staff called an ambulance.
I remember being put on the stretcher and having the mask put over my face. When I arrived at A&E, I had calmed a little and was thinking all sorts of things. The doctor examined me and to cut a long story short (including the 2 hour wait) he intimated that the traces of blood were probably due to haemeroids and that I was not in the bracket of BC sufferers and had none of the other symptoms. Needless to say the fear started to subside and embarresment slowly entered, stage right.....:(
I got home and my wife was in a real state as she had never seen me work myself up into such a bad way. We talked and (being a rock, fountain of knowledge and all round angel) she convinced me that I really need to get a grip. Well, I guess we all know thats sometimes easier said than done, but since Friday, I have tried to really keep positive, trying my hardest to ignore the downer thoughts. And I have to say that the tummy problems have really eased off. I'm now beginning to thhink that a large amount of it has been psycho-sematic (sp). But I wanted all of you good, good people out there to know that even when someting may seem absolutely horrifying, it may not be the worst case scenario. It seems to me that the most people who suffer with anxiety or panic are generally good and kind folks, which is a tradgedy. I just hope you are all having a good day today.
Best Wishes always,
R
I posted on here last week regarding my concerns over what I feel to be serious health worries - real or imagined.
Well, my symptoms of minor upset stomach persisted and I have been getting myself into more and more of an aggiteded state.
Friday morning, I was due to hold a sculpture day with some kids at a local school. I was a little nervous, but looking forward to getting stuck into a day of art. Well, considering I had convinced myself that the stomach cramps were the beginnings of bowel cancer and that I was heading down a dark road had already set in, the following almost pushed me over the edge.
PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THE NEXT BIT IS A LITTLE DELICATE.
I had to use the bathroom before I started and to my horror, there was tiny traces of blood on the toilet paper. Sorry to be so explict, but I want you all to know how wrong I got things......
I ended staggering out of the bathroom, panic had decended and crushed me in a vice like grip....
'This is it, I was right" I thought. Not five minutes later, I colappsed with fear and the school staff called an ambulance.
I remember being put on the stretcher and having the mask put over my face. When I arrived at A&E, I had calmed a little and was thinking all sorts of things. The doctor examined me and to cut a long story short (including the 2 hour wait) he intimated that the traces of blood were probably due to haemeroids and that I was not in the bracket of BC sufferers and had none of the other symptoms. Needless to say the fear started to subside and embarresment slowly entered, stage right.....:(
I got home and my wife was in a real state as she had never seen me work myself up into such a bad way. We talked and (being a rock, fountain of knowledge and all round angel) she convinced me that I really need to get a grip. Well, I guess we all know thats sometimes easier said than done, but since Friday, I have tried to really keep positive, trying my hardest to ignore the downer thoughts. And I have to say that the tummy problems have really eased off. I'm now beginning to thhink that a large amount of it has been psycho-sematic (sp). But I wanted all of you good, good people out there to know that even when someting may seem absolutely horrifying, it may not be the worst case scenario. It seems to me that the most people who suffer with anxiety or panic are generally good and kind folks, which is a tradgedy. I just hope you are all having a good day today.
Best Wishes always,
R