I'd never heard of a fistula until I'd been diagnosed with one.
And I've been going through hell ever since.
It all started back in may 2017, I fell down the stairs and landed on my bum, and it hurt like a bitch, for weeks my bum hurt but I just put it down to bruising my bum from the fall.
Then the fun started, I started having hallucinations, my favourite was that I was in trouble with mario for stealing all his one ups, I generally felt like crap then I noticed that I had bloody pus coming out of my bum, then the fevers started, my fiance made me go to the hospital where I was diagnosed with a fistula with borderline sepsis, I was admitted straight away and put on IV antibiotics and pain medication, I had surgery the following day where they laid it open and drained it, they removed 10ml of pus so God only knows what was in there before it burst.
I spent three days in hospital before I was released, I had to see a nurse daily for dressing changes. My fiance took over cleaning and packing the wound after a few weeks which the nurse showed him what to do.
I went for a MRI in the August as part of my check up, but I knew it was back before the specialist confirmed it, I was set for another surgery in the October, which got pushed back three times, I ended up having the surgery in January 2018, where they did what they did before, drained it and cleaned it out, then I was back to having it packed and dressed daily. Then I had another MRI in may where it showed it was back again, so I had surgery yet again at the start of August, this time they gave me a Seaton stitch, again released from hospital, but I've been in pain ever since, I was due for my check up in December but I've had to get in contact with my specialist early as I'm in agony, it hurts to do anything, I can't walk for very long or stand or sit down as the pain can be excruciating, im bleeding and there is always pus coming out of me. sleeping is nearly non existent as I'm constantly woken in the night with pain, going to toilet or even passing gas causes pain, so I spend the majority of my day in bed as it is the only place where I get some comfort, so I saw the consultant a couple of weeks ago and I've been told the stitch isn't working properly and I'm very swollen inside and that's why I'm in so much pain, he has put me down for surgery urgently, but if it gets too much I'm to go back to a&e and hopefully get admitted there.
Well it's felt good to get that off my chest, all I feel I do these days is complain about how much it hurts and how miserable I am, my poor fiance, God only knows how he puts up with me 