I have to say that out of all my hospital visits it was the most pleasant. There was NO queue at a&e (that was quite shocking with it being a bank holiday weekend but I guess the DIY accident prone crowd aren't as active in central London) and I was in a ward within 2 hours of walking in the door.
I did feel a bit like I was in an episode of House, as the attack came on so quickly they decided that I must have had an infection, then as my blood work was coming back still squiffy it must be some sort of virus. So 2 days of IV antibiotics followed by 6 of IV steroids and the start of a course of anti-virals before they decided that the underlying cause probably didn't matter afterall so just to stick with the tried and tested steroids until my flare was under control and I could go home.
They put me in isolation for the first few days, which was quite nice but I was glad to be in a ward with people to talk to. Unfortunately the old lady in the bed opposite me died in her sleep that first night. She was meant to have gone home that day.
I'm feeling that this is not sounding as pleasant a stay as I innitially intended it to but I really needed the break. In hindsight, I probably hadn't recovered from being ill over Easter. The year 13s were coming up to their exam so I really pushed myself to be at work before I should have and kept going through the side effects of my new meds. Being actually stuck in the hospital meant I couldn't feel bad about doing nothing. I missed the exam in the end but as I had done all the prep the week before a teacher managed to cover me and it went well.
Still off work, my head is like cotton wool, feeling light headed verging on dizzy half of the time, hoping it's a side effect that will wear off soon.
Emotionally I've been a bit all over the place. It just seems a never ending stream of drama at the moment.
To top it all off my gran is starting chemotherapy tomorrow.
Here's to a peaceful patch!
I did feel a bit like I was in an episode of House, as the attack came on so quickly they decided that I must have had an infection, then as my blood work was coming back still squiffy it must be some sort of virus. So 2 days of IV antibiotics followed by 6 of IV steroids and the start of a course of anti-virals before they decided that the underlying cause probably didn't matter afterall so just to stick with the tried and tested steroids until my flare was under control and I could go home.
They put me in isolation for the first few days, which was quite nice but I was glad to be in a ward with people to talk to. Unfortunately the old lady in the bed opposite me died in her sleep that first night. She was meant to have gone home that day.
I'm feeling that this is not sounding as pleasant a stay as I innitially intended it to but I really needed the break. In hindsight, I probably hadn't recovered from being ill over Easter. The year 13s were coming up to their exam so I really pushed myself to be at work before I should have and kept going through the side effects of my new meds. Being actually stuck in the hospital meant I couldn't feel bad about doing nothing. I missed the exam in the end but as I had done all the prep the week before a teacher managed to cover me and it went well.
Still off work, my head is like cotton wool, feeling light headed verging on dizzy half of the time, hoping it's a side effect that will wear off soon.
Emotionally I've been a bit all over the place. It just seems a never ending stream of drama at the moment.
To top it all off my gran is starting chemotherapy tomorrow.
Here's to a peaceful patch!
