Good morning all, not from A&E, but from my bed. Its a cloudy 9° here in Glasgow.
Yesterday, I phoned NHS 24 after I couldn't get through to my surgery.
The clinician insisted that I go immediately to A&E, where despite the massive queues, I was triaged within ten minutes and spent the next six hours, being given a full MOT, despite my protests that I just wanted confirmation that I could break open my emergency steroids.
I was treated quickly and efficiently, with the utmost kindness, by a staff under enormous pressure. ( I will not go into the saga of the underwired bra in x-ray and trying to preserve my dignity!)
There were trolleys and wheelchairs everywhere, clogging up corridors, with one woman constantly screaming in pain. I found it all a bit upsetting to hear her distress.
Being me, I didn't want to spoil DH's golf and disturb my family at work miles away, who would have just panicked, so I didn't let on. Also, I knew DH wouldn't have been allowed in anyway and would have been waiting for hours in a waiting room, where many weren't masked! ?.
I am now in the bad books for keeping quiet.
The kind doctor, who treated me, organised every test imaginable, convinced the problem wasn't my lungs, but my heart, especially as my BP was sky high and my ECG was a bit irregular.
He was correct. The post Covid cough has put further strain on my heart and the dreaded, heart attack indicator, blood test revealed, I have had a cardiac incident at some point over the weekend.
The main reason for the breathlessness is my heart, which is failing. If the enzyme levels had been any higher, I would have been admitted, so I was fortunate there!
The good news is that there is still no sign of rheumatoid lung, which wouldn't have been good news at all. Every cloud has a silver lining! ?
Nothing can be done to improve things, so I just need to get on with life.
I am actually relieved to have had the full works, instead of having to wait for months to see people and then have my appointment cancelled at the last minute.
DH eventually arrived after a number of stressful phone calls, where his unadmitted (is that an actual word?) deafness caused the usual problems.
The doctor suggested I call him in the waiting room to explain, what was happening. He couldn't hear a word, so I just gave up in tears, when he blamed the noise of everyone around him.
So here I am, safely back home and ready to greet Dollie, whose mum has to go to work today.
I checked with the doctor, who checked my notes, which confirmed I had an immunity to chickenpox and he saw no problem with me being in contact with her.
The initial plan was that I should go to her home, to escape the lodgers (DIL'S idea ?), but she will now come here instead, to be properly spoiled by her papa and uncle.
While I was lying in hospital, I received a text from Test and Protect. Initially, I thought it was a scam, but it was an actual appointment for my fifth vaccination! That was an unexpected surprise, as I have had nothing but problem, trying to access the previous ones.
I misread the text and thought it was for the same date as the Glesca Grannies, ?, but it is on a Sunday, so huge sigh of relief!
I am envious of your trip Pants, shopping in sunny Malaga, followed I hope, by tapas and a chilled wine! Bliss.
I hope Urms is enjoying family time and anyone else on holiday is having a good time.
For those who are poorly, I wish you all a gentle day. Baubles is never far from my thoughts and Susan, I hope mum is improving.?
I'm off now to read all your news. Have a good day folks.
