Well it has been an exciting week. I guess it is to make up for the couple of weeks of boredom. If you want to follow the backstory you need to read the blog it's all in my head and all in the name of science. However I shall try to fill in the the pieces and ease people's minds as much as possible. Besides, you get to see the inner workings of a British hospital, because well, it's not the same.
So the weirdness just kept getting weirder. I went from one infection to another. First it was a bladder infection and then I woke up with the gland in my neck super swollen. I felt a tinge of so soar throat and just generally unwell. I made an appointment the GP and went in to see him. Now I have a couple of GP's I can see and this one happened to be the one who took me seriously. I was told I had tonsillitis and he started looking over my notes and asked me how long all of this has been going on. He put me on a week's worth of antibiotics and order blood tests.
Now I'm naturally a clumsy person, just ask my students. What I didn't realize is is how much worse I had gotten. I went to write some notes and I couldn't actually write. Odd, I thought. I was watching the bunny, but I couldn't focus on my school work. I wrapped up in a blanket and just generally felt unwell. Normally on an antibiotic within a couple of days I feel fine, but not this time. I noticed that I had a hard time eating, general dexterity seemed to be gone and I couldn't complete my thoughts or sentences. The concept just were not there. Because this had all been gradual I didn't really take notice other than it was frustrating and well probably because I'm too bull headed to notice something just might be wrong.
So my friends came back from holiday and I was back to my flat. Now I had my GP appointment Fri morning and I was running late. Nothing was going right. I missed the bus I needed and the next one would make me twenty minutes late. I was literally praying for a miracle. I grabbed my shoes and my cardigan and headed out. By the time I got on the bus I realized I had left my phone in my flat as well as my glasses. I got to the interchange and headed out. I was trying to walk fast but my gate was odd. It became kind of an odd jog. I was look for a place to stop, to slow down because I was feeling really unsteady. I finally just tripped and went down hard. There happened to be two chinese students standing there. I was disoriented. they handed me the phone because they had called 999 (911) and of course they were asking me if I needed an ambulance. Of course not, I just needed to get up. The jubilee sports center was the building next to me and a couple of the medical team came out. When they determined I could be moved, they helped me up into a wheelchair and took me into the first aid station to clean up the road rash on my face. Instead of calling another ambulance, they called a taxi. Not sure who paid for that.... and they sent me off to A&E. I quickly found myself admitted into A&E and one of the emergency room doctors very concerned that I was so disoriented. He quickly ordered a scan to see what was going on figuring it was because I had fallen and hit my head.
So I was wheeled up and waited in line for a CT scan. I spend more time waiting for the porters to take me back and forth. In the meantime I couldn't get anyone to get me a phone book to call so that I could get my phone. I was finally taken back down to where they had me wait. The doctor came in with a specialist who was in charge of putting together a team of specialist. A lot of information came at me fast and furious. The CT scan was showing shadows that were worrying. It appears that I have lesions on my brain and no way of knowing the primary source for it. So I was admitted into the hospital so that full scan from head to pelvis can be done as well as seeing the ENT team for all of the strange things going on with my tonsils. I was moved into a temp ward so that when space became available they would take me up. (I'll explain later about how all of that works) About 11:00 I was transferred up to where I would call "home" for the next little while.
So I never made it to my GP appointment and the miracle I asked for was the fall. Because of it scans that needed to happen finally did. Slowly my dexterity is coming back because of the steroids they have me on. I'm thinking clearer and feel more like myselfish.
I'll take time to tell you how my flatmate and family finally found me in the hospital. Working the hospital at this is the place heritage park prepared me for this oddly enough. I promise I will take the time to tell the stories.
Know that I am being taken care of and the doctors are working hard to figure out all of the pieces. I feel the strength of your thoughts and prayers. Don't worry about me. I'm the most stubborn person on this planet. updates soon. Stories are coming. Life is an adventure and all things happen for a purpose. Find humor in everything and make someone smile today.
No comments:
Post a Comment