So there we were, all relaxed and comfy waiting for part two of Emmerdale, when the phone rang. As you do we all looked at each other as if to say ‘who is that I wonder’ when Jane got up and answered the call. It’s a good job she did because it was the out of hours doctors.
She’s not happy!
Sorry to go on about that subject but it was important to us as you will see if you carry on reading this blog. I was watching Jane’s face which changed completely as she listened to the caller, my intuition took over at that point when I realised she wasn’t happy about the news they brought.
The doctor went on to tell Jane that I had to go to hospital immediately – Out of Hours or not – or I could be dead by morning!! This was relayed to me when Jane passed on the message. Honestly, it’s enough to kill anyone isn’t it to be told that once again I was going to have a battle with the afterlife! All of us just sat there with our mouths wide open in shock.
The cardiac nurse had turned up after lunch that day and done my bloods and another ecg. On checking my bloods they found out that my potassium levels were dangerously sky high. I know that when this happens you can have a stroke or heart attack (take your pick then) and it would have to be resolved before I was no longer on this mortal coil as they say!
Another Out of Hours Hospital Visit
Then began a mad scramble to collect, once again, all the things you need for another hospital stay. I can’t say I was amused but had no choice but to get on with it and see what happened.
The doctor had told Jane to go straight to A&E where they would be expecting me without going through triage etc. Were they ‘eck. Kevin took me as it was late and it’s not a quick job is it. Jane was in her pyjamas (as was I) after a bath and was very tired. She would probably have fallen asleep on top of me as we waited!
Anyway, we got there and explained what had been said to a very blank looking receptionist. You could have thought we were talking Swahili with the look on her face. It was obvious she hadn’t got a clue what we were on about so we were told to take a seat, where to I’m not sure, but we found one eventually. I would have to have a rope and several clothes lines tied to my waist to find my way round that place. There were corridors with patients head to toe, room after room, twists and turns and I would have been lost.
What happened when?
Of course, Kevin knew where he was as he and Jane had been with me before. But of course, yours truly was in hibernation and knew nothing about it. I was unconscious for quite some weeks and I’m still trying to catch up on what I missed when Jane tells me then asks if I remember it. Even the few times I woke up for a short while, I have no memory. It’s as though my brain and memories have been wiped clean, how weird is that.
One thing I will say is that my brain feels so much quicker and smarter than before, which is weird. Maybe I was asleep to have my brain washed out and have a good tidy up before putting it all back, who knows. Maybe if you can stand being out of it for ages other people can be helped. Who knows where I went or what happened to me, I’m still trying to make sense of it. One thing though, it’s caused a lot of laughs at my expense, as you can imagine with my lot.
Time ticks slowly out of hours…
However, back to A & E, where after one and a half hours of staring covertly at other people who were no doubt staring at me wondering what I was doing with my toy boy. Meanwhile I was wondering if anyone was seriously ill. Kevin got bored and went and asked when we would be seen as we were told it would be straight to wherever.
Now I know we weren’t the only people there, but we were told it would be a straight through job. Another half an hour later, we were trundled off to a cubicle in the urgent A&E which is the opposite side to the other A&E. Still head-to-toe patients in the corridors, cubicles and corridors everywhere we looked. Then I was taken to a cubicle and Kevin was told to go away!
He wasn’t very amused at this as he knew how upset and shocked it had all made me feel. So, off he went to find the unsympathetic nurse who told him to hop it. That was even though he made it plain that he and Jane are my named carers. Poor hubby wouldn’t have a clue what to do, emergencies aren’t his thing bless him. Anyway, she reluctantly let him in to sit with me.
Black and green are seldom seen – except on me!
By this time, time was moving on shall we say and we were both looking bleary eyed.
A young man came and took some more blood, leaving me with more bruises I might add. Although he had the sense to use a children’s needle as my veins are so tiny. Other people use ordinary adult ones. That means they can’t get their needles in to draw blood which makes me into a black pin cushion with all the bruises.
When I came out after my first long stay in hospital I looked as though I was rotting from the inside out. My arms to my elbows and hands were completely black with an odd bit of purple and green from so many injections and bloods taken. Eventually they did fade away although it took a lot of doing, I can say.
Bloods done it was a long wait until I actually went onto the urgent ward to have my proper out of hours treatment, at 2am! Kevin was told to go. Although what harm he was doing sitting still in a cubicle with a mask on and away from the public I’m not sure. But off he went to get some shut-eye and I dropped asleep too. After an hour’s sleep, I was woken up and taken to the Urgent Care ward.
I’ll finish my journey and my adventures next time, otherwise I’ll be here all day and boring you to death. So bye for now and here’s to the next part!
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- Chrissie Update
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