Hi folks,
I had a pretty adventurous day yesterday. I went to the doctor at 9.30 yesterday morning and mentioned in passing that I had the pain in my chest that I've been getting a lot recently and the reason I'm on the beta-blockers and asparin and she sent me right up to the hospital. Twenty minutes and one taxi cab later I found myself at A&E having another ECG and blood test. Then I saw a doctor and a male nurse stuck this bloody great needle in my stomach to inject anti-bllood clotting stuff, an nice Australian guy who, on showing me the 3 inch long needle said "this is going to hurt mate", got to love medical humour, he wasn't wrong
. I had some tablets to thin the blood and a chest x-ray and they wheeled me upto a ward, ironicallky about 2 minutes walk from the ward my mum's in
. There I spent the day waiting until 10 o'clock last night for more blood tests and ECG and a further two hours until the blood test results came back and they were in a position to let me know if they were going to send me home or keep me in the night. In the meantime of course I was worried about the cats and phoned a friend and she came up to see me to get my spare keys and then went round to my place and fed the cats for me. eventually I got home from the hospital at 1:30 this morning and she'd not only fed the cats but done my washibng up as well bless her, box of chocs for that one Val. All the puds delighted to see me home and me equally delighted and relieved to see them
. So now got to wait until I go back to the doctor and see her for the results as to where we go next.
Oh, and the special people ?....
I'm referring to the other patients in my ward, the liittle old lady who told me all about her wartime experiences "oh we 'ad such fun, dancing, I didn't have much to do with the yanks though" etc. etc., the chap opposite in with a heart problem, the old chap with a bad heart problem all cheery and living life to the full, what makes them special is that they aren't special that's to say they're just normal ordinary folk liiving ordinary everday lives despite their medical problems. I spent most of my day getting them hot drinks from the faciliities provide and chatting, makes you appreciate how everybodys special in one way or another. I'm pretty gregarious and love chatting and finding out about folks and the day spent in the ward with them was speical, everyone's equal in a place l;ike that, sort of in the same boat made me feel pretty humble hearing what they'd gone through. They said that I had to stay, I joked that they'd have to get their own drinks tomorrow
.
The old chap was taken very poorly and I went and got a doctor for him, as they wheeled him out to another ward he couldn't talk as he had an oxygen mask on, we exchanged thumbs up gestures
, hope he's okay, hang on in there my old son.
i'm juist relieved to be back home with my puds
Cheers
Leigh
