An incredibly cheerful hello to you, and I hope that your day is treating you as if you are the most important person on the planet. Okay, I am going to let you know that this blog may well be a longer than normal blog as I have much to share with you, as well as some ideas I need to sort out for myself. So as I normally do when I decide to do one of these looking for the truth blogs, I let you know if you do not want to read me doing my searching or you have something you need to do, I will say goodbye and I hope that the world treats you well. If you have decided to stay, thank you and I really do appreciate that you think I am worthy of your valuable time to read my words.
I have been, for the past couple of days, vacating at my current favourite holiday spot….the Redland hospital. I rang the ambulance about six pm on Monday evening as I had been ‘odd’ for most of the day. I had been good and eating properly and doing my walking as I could, so I was a little out of sorts because I thought I should be okay. Apparently, the Ambulance service have to take people in my age bracket to the mainland and the hospital if they present with chest pain. Now the Redland Bay Hospital has my medical record as I have been in so often since I got back home that they started with the most life threating one.
The staff did the heart thing which was out when the ambo did it, but by the time I got to the hospital, it had settled down greatly. It was still off enough to get me a bed and hooked up to all those cool tubes that flash and beep just enough to stop you from going to sleep. The first official test the hospital did was the heart monitor one, off to the special area where the expert staff do their magic, and it was off a little but nothing to concern the trained professionals.
The doctors did all that pocking and pushing and thought that it may be the gallbladder, which my GP had already established has stones, but not too much of a problem at this point. So this time I took a chair with a lovely man pushing me (I do not know why but I felt safer because they did not make me stay in bed as they had with the heart) away again and this one was an x-ray of the ribs and yes I have a little darkening nothing that would cause these problems as it is within the accepted range for a person in my age bracket.
So with heart, and lungs out of the equation the team of professionals decided that it was most likely the gallbladder and off I go for some more photos. By this time it was well after midnight and I really had got past the stage where I cared if I left this mortal coil right then…the wonderful team of doctors that had been looking after me decided to move me to the surgical ward as they thought it was most likely the gallbladder not working as it should, and even though the pain did not fit with that, it was where it was sorest.
Somewhere in between all of this one of the lovely doctors called Wagga hospital to follow up on exactly what had happened down there last year when I was in the coma for the eight days. When I was collected by the ambos in Wagga all thought I had had a major reaction to a designer drug(am not an illegal drug user and have not been since 1989) so the head of the Casualty department got hold of Mother to find out about me being a drug user. Mum filled in the history and with her medical background (Nurse), they then decided to pretty much close my entire body down and kept me alive by placing me in the coma for the eight days on life support unit that did everything for me. So, now I have an array of problems such as lack of memory, issues with various sections of my body but the one that has the medical teams up here that are caring for me most concerned is the brain and a possible tumour. I am on a waiting list so the team I had looking after me this week really did not want to take me to theatre if we could avoid it.
So it was decided to put me on a low-fat diet and bed rest for a cope of days while they monitored me. Whilst the team has confirmed that I do have problems with the heart, it was not what caused the problem this time. The medical professionals are pretty certain that it is most likely damaged to the throat tube from the tubing that was there in Wagga ICU when they tubed me to keep me alive. I have been referred to a dietician to help me set up a menu that will allow me to eat what I need for good health whilst not giving in another bout like this one. I also have new meds to take that will assist in stopping the acid reflexing in the throat.
The other one that came out of it all is that the teams there have decided that they are going to monitor more closely the heart problem (yes I do have one ) as I have my age, my weight and dark scarring in the brain that does not put me in a very good group to minimise serious medical problems.
Again I would like to thank you for reading my blog and I hope that you got something from it. I know that the lessons I have been learning since my turn and eight-day come last year are quite overwhelming at times. The fact that I have now been told that I am so very lucky to have survived my turn, and survived with as little damaged as I have is really earth-shattering. The doctor that told me on Tuesday was not aware that it had been held back from me as it had been deemed too much of a personal risk for me deal with, given my history of depression. I am not sure what to do with the information but one thing I do know is that while I am alive I am allowed to choose what I do with my life, it is my decision and that means a lot to me.
I am going to say goodbye and I hope that you have a wonderful day/evening. I thank you very much for allowing me to share all of this personal stuff with you.