
Yesterday was one of the worst days I have had in a while.
It began well enough. I was in good spirits; the nausea wasn’t bad, and I’d done a lot of work. By lunchtime, however, I was seriously flagging. I tried to ignore how bad I felt and ended up collapsing on to the nearest couch, hoping a small rest would pick me up again.
When I opened my eyes, there was an ambulance crew in the living room and was being wired up for an ECG. My family, bless them, had called 999. They didn’t like the look of me, or the way I was breathing. I knew they had been worried about how tired I had been lately.
They checked me over thoroughly and found that my heart was throwing some weird beats, but nothing unusual or likely to cause a heart attack. I waited to hear the ‘old’ speech, but they never said it, something I heartily approved of.
So, I had not had a heart attack, but they thought I should get my blood checked as this was something they couldn’t do for me.
I was feeling relieved that I didn’t need to go to A&E, as I hadn’t had a heart attack, but then it seemed I would be going there anyway.
I thought my own GP could do the blood test, but no, it would be quicker at the hospital and was something we could do. I didn’t want to go and should have listened to my instinct.
The A&E department was in chaos, the worst I have ever seen it. They completely ignored the fact that I had been seen by the ambulance crew and was there for a blood test. They insisted on doing another ECG, then left me in the waiting room for hours.
When I asked how much longer I would have to wait, the nurse checked her screen and then informed me that I had been seen by a doctor, who had referred me back to my GP.
This was news to me, and I walked out, miserable, tired and confused.
I think I have reached a crossroads with my health. After the latest test, due next week, I have the feeling I will be suffering in silence from now on before I turn into a moaning old cow…
I have far more interesting things to do with my time…

Oh no I won’t!
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