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Today’s post is a classic example of a Superman moment – we’ve all done it. Brushing aside that pain or unusual feeling that has been lingering, dismissing it as nothing, it will go away.

If it feels like something isn’t right – chances are it’s not. Trust your gut instinct. Yet we avoid the warnings either through fear, stubbornness or taking a stoic approach that ultimately could be your worst decision you have ever made. We live in an amazing time where so many diseases that were once a death sentence can, if diagnosed early, be totally cured.

Thanks to A.V for sharing his story. Read on – RD

So here I am, it’s 12:10am on a Sunday morning of the Australia Day long weekend. I’m lying in a hospital bed.

My bedside neighbours consist of a cranky middle aged guy who can’t get his way and a older chap who snores like a train and hocks up his chest infection when awake.

People who know me would be wondering how this came to be. It’s certainly not from a lack of effort in looking after oneself.

This all started with a 48km bike ride last Sunday.  It’s a significant part of my lifestyle change in recent years to be healthier and live a more active life.

A good mate and I set upon working off some Christmas cheer and I was preparing for a triathlon at the end of February. It was a tough ride, we both hadn’t done one in a month, but it felt good to be back in the saddle. We dominated the hills and coasted through the smooth concrete terrain.
Afterwards we even laughed how much easier it was than we thought. I even took the opportunity to compare speeds with past rides. We were both pretty impressed how we had bounced back after the Christmas break.

It wasn’t until the next day when I said to myself “Oh my that region is a bit more tender than usual?” I noticed a lump – not the most fun place. As most Supermen do I thought “It’ll be fine, it doesn’t hurt that much, it’s just a bit sore from not having ridden for a while”.  Wow!  Was I proven to be wrong in the biggest of ways.Tuesday came around and it seemed to settle and steady itself. Thinking “If it gets worse, I’ll go to the docs”, Yeah that’s the way to go, because that’s what Supermen do! Bad decision !!

The daily ritual of nearly everything became at odds with my “you know in between there” part. By Wednesday it had began to swell and be bloody painful to say the least. It didn’t matter whether I was sitting, talking, sneezing, coughing, walking or just moving, Nearly everything I did hurt. But hey I’m a Superman, it’ll be fine! I told the wife it’s nothing! Though now in my mind I wasn’t convinced – something wasn’t right.

On the Wednesday I had to drive for an hour to another depot for work. Sitting in a car for an hour was killing me. By now my home ritual was to stagger to my bedroom after work and fall on my side and moan in agony, while still putting on my brave Superman facade. I remember waking the next day at 4am heaving myself out of bed in the most uncomfortable of ways and preparing myself for work. Hmmm, bugger, I had do it again. None of this was becoming easy but I continued to drive an hour  sitting in a car while my very sore and swollen region screamed at me in pain.

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After dealing with the usual work day’s issues I decided to call it an early day, I gingerly got back in the car and drove home – bugger work. I pleaded with my “smarter than I am” wife for an immediate doctors appointment. After the “I told you so” conversation from the smarter one, she relented and gave a glimmer of sympathy and asked if I was ok. Finally superman had broken and said “far from it”.

The Doctors Appointment:  Well it was time to shelve dignity and be honest. The doctor was very understanding of the whole situation and asked the obvious  question ” Why didn’t you come earlier ?” it was a simple response from me “because I’m an idiot!”

So with nothing more to do except make light of the situation and “crack” jokes, I was told she (thankfully a female with small hands/fingers) needed to examine me. This engaged much debate with her on my interpretation of examine. So the great debate started on how we were to achieve this with me being a first timer and her obviously a season veteran. After prodding at a very sore never talked about region, she thought it prudent to further examine deeper into the issue than I had agreed. I’m asking some pretty serious questions at this stage..Once I was able to absorb some dignity again she looked at me painfully and diagnosed this essentially as a thrombossed vein on my perennial. It will be painful I was told but it should clear up quickly. Gents, I must say my Superman stupidity left me squarely in the line of fire of some very acute pain. However, my Superman moments were not over yet.

After receiving some scripts for medication and leaving my “smarter than I” other half to get these, where did I go? That’s correct! Back to work for the afternoon. So I gingerly put on my Superman outfit and completed to be what I perceived as being important tasks.

So now it’s Thursday night after the Australia Day long weekend and I am for want of a better word, bedridden. I’m on very strong painkillers and applying a cream to my rather painful region. I was once advised there was nothing wrong with a couple of alcoholic settlers after work and under the circumstances I decided it would be an appropriate time to mix these “settlers” with my meds –  Goodbye Thursday night!

Friday came round and absolutely no relief. Going to the toilet took every bit of might and courage to heave myself out of bed trying not to use the muscles in that region. The very strong opioids had become almost ineffective. Superman was staying strong as my “smarter than I” wife said “you need to go to the hospital”. “No no”, I insisted. “I’m doing what the doctor told me to do. It will be OK”.

So 4am Saturday morning the ambulance was finally called for Superman. The green methadone whistle in my hand. A paramedic to the rear and my son supporting me by my side. I barely managed to hobble to the ambulance. Time for a second, third and forth opinion with some specialists.

The Emergency Department nurses were great. I felt like a case study – everyone wanted a look with a few “wows” and “oh that’s not good” comments coming from the assembled audience. I was told the doctor would be in shortly. Relief washed over me as I noticed a five foot small female Doctor come in. After the introductions she was straight into it with a snap of the glove and a “Oh while I’m here you will need a further examination” just take a deep breath I was told. Yep there goes my dignity again.

The original diagnosis was incorrect, it was now a perianal abscess (Google it if you must) which now required surgery. I was told the surgeons would be around shortly to explain everything as my mind boggled, what if my surgeon had big hands. Thankfully I was blessed with a female surgeon. So here I was waiting late at night for my surgery. I’m now on the mend but looking back I have to ask myself what if it was something much worse? That by me not taking early action it could of been a totally different outcome.

I share my story so we Supermen can learn from it and get something done earlier. Sometimes being Clarke Kent rather than Superman may just save your life As for my bike riding and healthier exercise routine, this won’t hold me back it’s just the recovery time. Things will always be put in your way to test you but next time Superman and my dignity will be shelved while I look after my health. My family needs me and I’ve got a heap of things to tick off my list before my time is up.

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