Good morning all from a cloudy Glasgow, where it is 11 degrees C.
Thank you all for your kind wishes and PMs yesterday.
I did a see a GP yesterday, not my own, but one of the lovely doctors I like and trust. She was most thorough and it appears that my faint was a cardiac incident, exacerbated by the heat and a rare reaction to my GTN spray.
Consequently I have been referred back to cardiology, because she detected an irregularity in my heartbeat, which needs checked out.
I had a thorough examination, including an inspection of all my lumps and bumps (a bruised face, knee and elbow) and we discussed everything else that was troubling me.
What upset me was my own GP passed me in the waiting room and totally blanked me.
However, in the waiting room I overheard two patients discussing my own GP and how difficult it was to see or talk to him. They were not very happy.
Unfortunately my recent bloods are not back yet, they will takes weeks, due to being sent to an outside lab, as they are a special type of test. Therefore, no treatment for my other problems can be started until they come back. Patience is a virtue, I have developed over the years.
I have been grounded (no surprise there!) and advised to slow down!
DH will do the shopping, heaven help us!!
Here begins the novella, so please scroll on, if you are in a hurry or are totally bored with tales of my problematic life. 😉
DH and I had a lovely morning wandering around the West end (me the charity shops, DH the whisky shops) and a delicious Italian lunch.
Suddenly I began to feel unwell as we were making our way to the Subway. DH, who was marching ahead was oblivious to my distress. Eventually he realised I wasn't behind him and came back to look for me. I was sitting on the steps of a Georgian town house, feeling very strange.
DH's first words, Do I need to phone an ambulance?
I decided to take my heart spray and in an instant, my world became a world of flashing lights and was spinning round.
I told DH I was going to vomit and made it to a grassy area, the next thing I found myself lying on the ground, with DH and a passerby, trying to rouse me. I had no recollection of what had happened.
Fortunately (there was a posh GP surgery across the road (you couldn't make that up) and not one, but two GPs came out to help.
They took my pulse etc and said they would get me up and into the surgery. I then vomited over the doctor and DH's shoes. I was absolutely mortified.
The GP said he thought I had had a sudden drop in blood pressure and there was no need for an ambulance, but I could stay in the surgery until I felt well enough to go home in a taxi.
Then I had the most humiliating experience in my life. I won't go into the gory details, but I had uncontrollable diarrhoea and the surgery had to be cleaned and disinfected and some of my clothes disposed of.
I could have wept with shame, especially when I was in the toilet trying to clean myself up and DH walked away to help clean up and left the toilet door wide open, for all to see my predicament. 😱😭
A number of patients offered to take me home, but there was no way I could go in anyone's car. The only way to describe things is that it was catastrophic.
My lovely SIL had to come and collect me. I had to laugh, when I saw that he had covered the back seat in towels and DH handed me a sick bowl and incontinence pads (a gift from the surgery) in case of further disasters.
I had thought I look stunning and elegant in my new dress and full up.
It is true, pride does come literally before a fall.
Mr MD was amazing, no husband should have to deal with what he had to deal with. He usually flaps and I have to phone 999 for help, not this time.
I have never experienced such kindness as I did from the surgery staff and passers-by, including a Celtic fan on the way to the game( which DH never got to watch, when we got home !).
My family were frantic, as DD was in a meeting and saw DH's message on her watch, DS! was in Ayrshire and DS2 was in the middle of an international video call, so SIL abandoned everything and came for me.
Individually they lectured me about my recklessness. I know they are correct!
The only positive was that my beloved Dollie came down to see me, when she should have been going to bed. She climbed into bed with me and cuddled in, that wa the best medicine!!! 😍
The GP I saw yesterday, said that the surgery staff would enjoy talking about the incident for days, something different in the daily routine!!!
Congratulations to all the grandchildren with their results. Sar, you must be so happy for your granddaughter.
Ash, instead of Sudafed, have you tried Sterimar, which is a salt water spray. I use that because it is impossible to get an appointment.
Have a pleasant day folks. I have a blinding headache from where I hit me head, so I am just going to chill.
DH will take me for another microsuction this afternoon, the third! I am not allowed to derive for a few days.
Babydoll is paying a visit to her sick gran tonight, she will certainly be a cure for my unusually low BP! 