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06 October 2012 @ 02:09 pm
Friday night shenanigans.  
So. I spent 7 hours at the hospital last night.

Had a health scare. Worried it could've been my heart or a blood clot or something. I was being stubborn and refusing to get it checked out, but fate had other ideas that night. My carer, who lives with mum, had a fall while posting a letter. Doctor would've sent her (and me) up to the hospital anyway so she decided to cut out the middle-man, and I decided to go as well.

Had a bunch of tests, with a bunch of waiting thrown in for good measure. Friday night isn't the best night for a trip to A&E :p.

I was dreading having blood taken coz it's usually such a hassle, but I had an expert blood wrangler who found a nice vein on the side of my wrist. Didn't even have time to feel funny, as is my wont in these situations. That is until my mind rebelled against the cannula that was inserted incase more stuff needed extraction or had to go in me. My brain was like 'it's in me! There is a pointy thing in my vein and it's gonna stay there until I leave! Danger, Will Robinson!' Cue epic funny turn. Sweats, nausea, feeling faint, etc etc. Blood wrangler guy, named Guy funnily enough, wrapped a bandage round it so it was less scary for my brain and eventually I was fine.

Anyway, after all that, all they could find was an elevated white cell count. I'm fighting the beginnings of a chest infection. Won't need antibiotics unless it gets worse.

On the plus side, my heart is fine and my lungs are fine and the discomfort is due to my body trying to keep it that way.

On the downside, my carer has fractured her arm, and had to endure an extra 5 hours of waiting for me and mum while I got checked out.
Charity Farrell: hug tiem naorembrandt13 on October 7th, 2012 01:58 am (UTC)
Fuckin' A. chiquita...I'm glad it's not worse, though this is more than sufficiently bad enough. My sympathies to both you & your carer (I didn't know you had one of those--so may I ask what she does for you? Is it helping? [I hope!]).

It's funny and sad and ridiculous all at once the ways we can trick our brain into not freaking out. The main thing is that it worked, though.

Gah, hope you feel better--or at least not any worse--very soon!
Teh Phlegephlegethon_vii on October 7th, 2012 12:59 pm (UTC)
Thankees. Physically I'm doing alright (knowing it's not serious takes a load off). Dunno if I can say the same about my mental state. Very short fuse at the moment, lots of violent ideation, nagging knot of rage that's there and you don't know why. Well, I do know why, it's time for a meds shakeup.

As for my carer, she helps me with housework and laundry and shopping, makes sure I'm taking care of myself (remembering to eat and shower and all that fun stuff), works with mum to make sure I remember appointments, helps me with the constant government 'we're determined to take your money away, get your arse over here for a biased 'medical' assessment' forms. And she keeps mum informed of my mental state and behavior. And she does my gardening, but she actually enjoys that LOL.

Right now I'm listening to the pair of them (her and mum) in mum's garden, cackling like the mad old women they are :p.
sad tomato: mulder/scully huggytelegramsam on October 7th, 2012 01:19 pm (UTC)

(that's the nicest thing I could think of to say - sorry, haven't finished my tea yet this morning)
Zircon: doctor whothisiszircon on October 7th, 2012 05:38 pm (UTC)
Glad it was the less-scary news scenario. I remember Mr Zircon going to hospital with chest pains not long after his bypass, concerned that it was heartification issues, to be told the same thing you were -- all is well, fighting off chest infection.

Hope you're feeling better soon, and your carer's arm heals well.