never been in hospital in Croatia!
It all started at 1.30am Tuesday morning, when I was woken by horrendous pain under my rib cage.
After a glass of water and 2 paracetamols I wrote up my blog, in between trying not to think about the pain or throwing up.
By 4am I was pacing the floor, if I lay down it was a million times worse.
By 6am I couldn't take any more so headed down to reception and asked for a doctor.
Hotel minibus whisked to Govidari, next village up and at 7am I was hooked up to iv pain meds, an ecg and the doctor was arranging to rush me to the mainland.
Tested for diabetes (no).
And then wrapped in a blanket as I couldn't stop shaking.
Over for an ultrasound and then back to get wrapped up again.
Low potassium (that old thing raising its head again).
And a large amount of gallstones.
Well both the doctor and I were very surprised.
Me because I had no idea and her because I've never had the pains before.
So an op was suggested. I said no (stupidly).
I was then handed masses of drugs to get me home.
And that was it, except, I was stuck on the mainland with no ferry until 3pm tomorrow.
And found a room in a guest house in the old town.
The views from the balcony (Yes a balcony!) totally amazing.
The route up to the guest house no so amazing.
And so a night on the mainland for me. I didn't venture out as I was exhausted
Ferry tomorrow and then the rest of my holiday dry and on a bland diet.
Oh well, I never do things by halves.
And the Ukranian President is visiting today so need to wend my way through road closures and Police.
Happy whatever day it is.
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