I tried to make an appointment to see my GP Monday 16th May having had a bad nosebleed the day before. The first available routine appointment was June 6th.
I asked for an emergency appointment. No such thing UNLESS YOU RING UP ON THE DAY’. I was AT the surgery practically before the phone lines opened.
I could see another doctor, but I said I wanted to see the same GP who has been treating me and added that I would be happy to wait if necessary. No chance, and the best the witch of a receptionist could give me was the GP to call me on Thursday (ie tomorrow).
4.20 and I wanted hubby to do a detour to the surgery so that I could BLEED PROFUSELY ALL OVER THE RECEPTION DESK.
I had been bleeding for well over ten minutes and it was getting worse, so Hubby decided to get me to hospital. But as I was really in trouble, he stopped at the ambulance station up the road, which was closed, though the telephone operator came out to help, but couldn’t do much apart from dressings and a nose clamp which kept falling off.
Actually, the hospital wasn’t that far away (8-10 miles), but that time of night, poor Hubs hit major traffic and it was after 5 before we arrived, despite him calling 999 for an escort rather than an ambulance as we needed to get through the gridlock.
Even the doc in A&E couldn’t stop the flow, and when they wanted to take blood, I said take it out of the bucket. The first sample from my hand was OK-ish, but getting a second an hour later was impossible and I had a funny fit, nearly passing out then choking on blood clots which were coming quick and fast. Still the nose continued to bleed.
The Doc packed it (OUCH, lots) and it was decided to keep me in overnight.
I suppose I was bleeding for around 2 hours, and had lost well over a litre.
Sadly it didn’t stop there.
I was still leaking and the balloon plug was saturated but they didn’t want to remove it. I looked very glamorous I’m sure, and so they decided to give me a matching one the other side to put extra pressure on (double OUCH, megga lots).
During the night, I had difficulty breathing, started to hyperventilate and they had to put me on oxygen. I had a mammoth headache and toothache, and the painkillers they gave me didn’t do anything. I ended up having a liquid shot of morphine, and finally got some sleep.
The consultant (a foreign lady) said I had high blood pressure and had had an internal bleed (you don’t say). Luckily the doc who’d attended to me in A&E was there to fill her in with the full details.
I finally got fed at 11am and had my first cup of tea at 2pm, after they’d removed the secondary plug, and a couple of hours after that they deflated the balloon but kept the packing in place.
Still no bleeding after my cuppa, so it was down to the treatment room an hour or so later to be unplugged and cauterised.
I was finally to be released at 7pm, but not before I’d noticed the implications on the release form that I was a battered wife with bruises, wounds and cigarette burns on my body, taking drugs and an alcoholic, and had a husband with whom I had a bad uncaring relationship so they would be arranging a social services visit!
I soon put that right, bloody admin and their tick lists.
That put my blood pressure back up too!!!
Friends had Maggie Monday afternoon and early evening, and Maggie stayed overnight with the same friend as last week when we went away. Everyone has been marvellous.
This was a different hospital to the one Hubby was in for his heart scare last year.
The food, what little I had, was dreadful (his was almost gourmet), and the nurses are rushed off their feet doing double shifts and expected to be in two, if not three, places at once.
Our Angels are taken for granted and so badly treated by our government in the UK, yet they manage to smile and reassure their patients under the most unpleasant of conditions. They are worth their weight in gold.