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Last night...
Dec. 29th, 2006 10:55 am...everything shut down on me breathingwise, so I called 999 and we had another little ride in the ambulance and a visit with Mr Nebuliser. Turns out the antibiotics I've been swallowing haven't been touching whatever it is infesting my lungs, and the best thing to do is concentrate on keeping the passages open (hence more prednisolone) and waiting for it to give up and go away. On the plus side, the chest X-ray revealed no serious nastiness lurking among my alveoli (which have come up nice this year, thanks to a top-dressing of guano and constant watering) and today I am feeling much, much better (though still not at work--I'm not tempting fate).
Big big thanks (though they probably won't see it) to Chris and Clive in the ambulance, Lucy Matthews the doctor and the nurse whose name badge was turned around so I don't know her name, and the taxi driver who drove a penniless idiot from A&E in Bath to Westbury at gone midnight on the promise of payment when I got in, and told me ghost stories on the way. Next time I really must remember to take things with me.
And if you're ever waiting for an ambulance and it's slow in coming, consider this. Chris and Clive had to stay with me in the hospital for OVER AN HOUR because there were no cubicles available, nor doctors to sign me over to, and as long as I was their patient (and on their trolley) they *couldn't* leave. This is what happens when you centralise healthcare and close hospitals. All together now--"The profit of a public service is that it EXISTS." Write it on a wall somewhere.
Big big thanks (though they probably won't see it) to Chris and Clive in the ambulance, Lucy Matthews the doctor and the nurse whose name badge was turned around so I don't know her name, and the taxi driver who drove a penniless idiot from A&E in Bath to Westbury at gone midnight on the promise of payment when I got in, and told me ghost stories on the way. Next time I really must remember to take things with me.
And if you're ever waiting for an ambulance and it's slow in coming, consider this. Chris and Clive had to stay with me in the hospital for OVER AN HOUR because there were no cubicles available, nor doctors to sign me over to, and as long as I was their patient (and on their trolley) they *couldn't* leave. This is what happens when you centralise healthcare and close hospitals. All together now--"The profit of a public service is that it EXISTS." Write it on a wall somewhere.