All I want for Christmas is you...
...to give me the next fix of morphine.
Xmas eve we drove down to Essex with a car full of presents and hearts bursting with the festive spirit. Or something like that.
Visited my grandparents and my aunt Barbara and her husband Steve were there too. We get on ok with Barbara and Steve, but Nan and Grandad are really showing their age and fragility now. They are both pretty much deaf, and the only safe topics of conversation are death, the family and WWII, which kinda limits things.
We managed to drag out all the usual polite conversation for a couple of hours then went to Tom's parent's house. We helped start dinner and played with the kids for a while then went round to Jo and Jon's flat to drop of their presents. We only stayed a few minutes as I started to feel ill while we were there. Middle of December and to walk the two streets back home I had to take my jacket off I was so hot, and by the time we got there I couldn't stand up straight anymore.
Went up stairs to lay down but it was soon evident that this wasn't one of my normal stomach problems. By the time I got down stairs to get in the car for a trip to the hospital I had started vomiting and was pretty dizzy. I saw a nurse within minutes at the new hospital in Romford. Then I was transfered to Majors in A&E. Pain relief felt like a life time away and I couldn't stop vomiting or groaning in agony. It's the first time in my memory that I have cried out in constant pain. In truth it ws probably about an hour before i was finally given some morphine, they examined me, took blood samples, identified a water infection (though no one thought to actually treat the infection ITS A HOSPITAL) and finally gave me something to stop me vomitting. I was told they would do an xray or another scan. The blood tests came back and they said they were sending me to a general surgery ward (10pm). It was midnight by the time I ws moved to the ward. I stayed on the ward until Boxing day. The Doctors notes tacked to the end of my bed said they were keeping me in for observation only and assuming I could manage my food I would be disharged. I had managed Breakfast and by lunch time no Doctor had been seen on the ward at all. In the end I discharged my self. I knew what the notes said afterall and I was due back at work the following day and still had to get through few hours in the car.
We stuck around in Romford for a few hours just to be sure I was ok, then we drove home. I spent the rest of the week quite breathless and tired as well as very paranoid that it would happen again. I saw my GP that Thursday who said it was probably either a grumbling appendix or an ovarian cyst bursting but he didn't seem concerned. On the upside he did prescribe me with some antibiotics to treat my water infection which is what I had attributed my lethargy to by this point.
Long week.
Xmas eve we drove down to Essex with a car full of presents and hearts bursting with the festive spirit. Or something like that.
Visited my grandparents and my aunt Barbara and her husband Steve were there too. We get on ok with Barbara and Steve, but Nan and Grandad are really showing their age and fragility now. They are both pretty much deaf, and the only safe topics of conversation are death, the family and WWII, which kinda limits things.
We managed to drag out all the usual polite conversation for a couple of hours then went to Tom's parent's house. We helped start dinner and played with the kids for a while then went round to Jo and Jon's flat to drop of their presents. We only stayed a few minutes as I started to feel ill while we were there. Middle of December and to walk the two streets back home I had to take my jacket off I was so hot, and by the time we got there I couldn't stand up straight anymore.
Went up stairs to lay down but it was soon evident that this wasn't one of my normal stomach problems. By the time I got down stairs to get in the car for a trip to the hospital I had started vomiting and was pretty dizzy. I saw a nurse within minutes at the new hospital in Romford. Then I was transfered to Majors in A&E. Pain relief felt like a life time away and I couldn't stop vomiting or groaning in agony. It's the first time in my memory that I have cried out in constant pain. In truth it ws probably about an hour before i was finally given some morphine, they examined me, took blood samples, identified a water infection (though no one thought to actually treat the infection ITS A HOSPITAL) and finally gave me something to stop me vomitting. I was told they would do an xray or another scan. The blood tests came back and they said they were sending me to a general surgery ward (10pm). It was midnight by the time I ws moved to the ward. I stayed on the ward until Boxing day. The Doctors notes tacked to the end of my bed said they were keeping me in for observation only and assuming I could manage my food I would be disharged. I had managed Breakfast and by lunch time no Doctor had been seen on the ward at all. In the end I discharged my self. I knew what the notes said afterall and I was due back at work the following day and still had to get through few hours in the car.
We stuck around in Romford for a few hours just to be sure I was ok, then we drove home. I spent the rest of the week quite breathless and tired as well as very paranoid that it would happen again. I saw my GP that Thursday who said it was probably either a grumbling appendix or an ovarian cyst bursting but he didn't seem concerned. On the upside he did prescribe me with some antibiotics to treat my water infection which is what I had attributed my lethargy to by this point.
Long week.
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