MaltRam

Doggo update: He's home for the night! He's in a right state, and we're back to the vet tomorrow, but I'm starting to get optimistic. They still don't know what happened, so a relapse is the worry, but so far, so good.

Brilliant. Hope all goes well.

Doggo update: He's home for the night! He's in a right state, and we're back to the vet tomorrow, but I'm starting to get optimistic. They still don't know what happened, so a relapse is the worry, but so far, so good.

@Needlesh hope your dogs ok mate.
Hope life gives you a break,sounds like you deserve one.
 

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

@Smyth_18 I agree totally with David. It's very difficult because as laymen we're labouring in the dark. GP's get what, 10 minutes per patient, and that includes writing up the notes. They'll go through a fairly standard decision tree and if your case doesn't fit neatly into their boxes you an easily miss out on the right treatment. Keep on at them. Make it easier for them to refer you than keep telling you no. If necessary over-state the symptoms, be a bit dramatic, whatever it takes. 

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

Just had a rather dramatic call back. They opened him up and found no foreign body in his stomach or intestines, but his throat is blocked by a swelling/growth and he was full of gas. They've released that, but just as the vet was on the phone she got a shout from the nurse and had to hang up to go and check on him again. Half hour later, she calls back. The swelling has got worse and he can't breath. They put a tube down his throat and I had to make a decision on a second operation. Of course I've OK'd it, so they're giving him a tracheotomy so he can breath while (they hope) the swelling goes down.
They hope the swelling is due to his being sick so much, but it could be anything. They'll keep him overnight, but he's had so much trauma now that the odds are diminishing. Zero without this second op though.
Cruel ducking world. Poor little lad. 

Since my wife died, it's been a bit of a scrap to keep plodding on, but I've been making progress. Back at work, back talking objectionable poo on here, trying to get out and about...
Aside from our kids, the biggest thing that's dragged me out of bed to do anything in a morning has been our dog. He's a lovely lad and I've been completely converted from cat person to dog person. My late wife always wanted a pup as a girl but her old man wouldn't have it, so when we found out she was terminally ill we got him to tick it off her bucket list. Not only is he a link to my late wife, but his complete devotion to us and bouncy enthusiasm helps bond us together.
He's only 18 months old, but he's sick. I've been up with him since first light and just had to drop him at the vet for various tests. He's been sick till there's nothing but bile, not drinking, not moving, struggling to breathe and I'm scared of what they're going to find. 
Watching him helpless, hoping for every next breath, the echoes of nursing my missus in her last weeks are ripping all the old wounds open. If he goes, I'm never again having another living thing in my life I care a poo about. The pain of caring and losing isn't worth the joy.
ducking savage low this morning. 

I had a call from the nurse on my case the other day, talking me through what they plan on doing with my sedated body.
Was pretty unpleasant, but she went on to say that because of my age they will be able to nail the causes and treat it effectively so don’t worry. 
Young ones it’s a different story, they are not referred for scans and colonoscopy’s initially but treated for psychological issues as GP’s see bowel problems as kids being kids.
Because they are left so long in pain, some are beyond the first phase of treatment and end up having sections of their bowel removed.
Not looking to scare you here, but make sure you push them and if your GP won’t refer you to the gastrointestinal department at the hospital, find a GP that will. 
I could bore you all for hours with my full story from the last 3 years, but it really does come down to luck with the NHS and who you get on the day with the clipboard.

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

My 2 year old has been suffering with severe constipation for over a year now.
He has been on Movicol in his milk the whole time but it changes nothing. We're told his bowel has stretched and he is just building up and up until it's unbearable. When he does eventually go he is pushing so hard and screaming, it's absolutely heartbreaking to watch. We go back to the paediatrician, they tell us the same thing, and the cycle goes on.
We talk about going private but we don't really have the money to do so. How has it come to this? Our NHS can't fix a 2 year old in absolute agony? He can only be fixed if i start earning more money? 

He's overnight at the vets. Just spoken to them and he's breathing through his tracheotomy OK, and he's even stood up a bit. They've given him a huge dose of steroids (her words) to hopefully bring the swelling in his throat down. Next 24 hours will tell. Off to bed, clinging to hope.
Thanks to all of you guys. Been a horrible day, and you've helped make it that bit easier.

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

Update: Vet called. He's made it through the night. Hoping to take his tracheotomy tube out later today.
Much like supporting our DCFC, it's the hope that hurts!
 

Since my wife died, it's been a bit of a scrap to keep plodding on, but I've been making progress. Back at work, back talking objectionable poo on here, trying to get out and about...
Aside from our kids, the biggest thing that's dragged me out of bed to do anything in a morning has been our dog. He's a lovely lad and I've been completely converted from cat person to dog person. My late wife always wanted a pup as a girl but her old man wouldn't have it, so when we found out she was terminally ill we got him to tick it off her bucket list. Not only is he a link to my late wife, but his complete devotion to us and bouncy enthusiasm helps bond us together.
He's only 18 months old, but he's sick. I've been up with him since first light and just had to drop him at the vet for various tests. He's been sick till there's nothing but bile, not drinking, not moving, struggling to breathe and I'm scared of what they're going to find. 
Watching him helpless, hoping for every next breath, the echoes of nursing my missus in her last weeks are ripping all the old wounds open. If he goes, I'm never again having another living thing in my life I care a poo about. The pain of caring and losing isn't worth the joy.
ducking savage low this morning. 

not gonna lie, been kinda sweating on this update. Sounds like it's going the right way now. Still rooting for ya.

He's overnight at the vets. Just spoken to them and he's breathing through his tracheotomy OK, and he's even stood up a bit. They've given him a huge dose of steroids (her words) to hopefully bring the swelling in his throat down. Next 24 hours will tell. Off to bed, clinging to hope.
Thanks to all of you guys. Been a horrible day, and you've helped make it that bit easier.

He's overnight at the vets. Just spoken to them and he's breathing through his tracheotomy OK, and he's even stood up a bit. They've given him a huge dose of steroids (her words) to hopefully bring the swelling in his throat down. Next 24 hours will tell. Off to bed, clinging to hope.
Thanks to all of you guys. Been a horrible day, and you've helped make it that bit easier.

He's overnight at the vets. Just spoken to them and he's breathing through his tracheotomy OK, and he's even stood up a bit. They've given him a huge dose of steroids (her words) to hopefully bring the swelling in his throat down. Next 24 hours will tell. Off to bed, clinging to hope.
Thanks to all of you guys. Been a horrible day, and you've helped make it that bit easier.

Since my wife died, it's been a bit of a scrap to keep plodding on, but I've been making progress. Back at work, back talking objectionable poo on here, trying to get out and about...
Aside from our kids, the biggest thing that's dragged me out of bed to do anything in a morning has been our dog. He's a lovely lad and I've been completely converted from cat person to dog person. My late wife always wanted a pup as a girl but her old man wouldn't have it, so when we found out she was terminally ill we got him to tick it off her bucket list. Not only is he a link to my late wife, but his complete devotion to us and bouncy enthusiasm helps bond us together.
He's only 18 months old, but he's sick. I've been up with him since first light and just had to drop him at the vet for various tests. He's been sick till there's nothing but bile, not drinking, not moving, struggling to breathe and I'm scared of what they're going to find. 
Watching him helpless, hoping for every next breath, the echoes of nursing my missus in her last weeks are ripping all the old wounds open. If he goes, I'm never again having another living thing in my life I care a poo about. The pain of caring and losing isn't worth the joy.
ducking savage low this morning.