hospitalWell, it starts on Sunday morning with a trip to the out of hours medical clinic at 3am and ends here today with me arriving home after a 3 night stay in hospital.
Early Sunday morning I was so bad that I called the medical helpline and they sent a cab round to take me to the out of hours clinic...it was 3am. So the doc there gave me a shot of painkiller (which did eff all I might add) and some liquid antibiotic in the hope I'd find that easier to swallow. Let's just say it was not.
Fast forward to Sunday evening where I was in so much pain and just generally freaking out that I called my mom in the Caribbean and she told me to call a close family friend to come see to me. Which I did...and she did. She came down and together we called the medical helpline and because I hadn't been able to take anything, even fluids, they recommended I just go to A&E (Accident & Emergency), which I did.
They saw me quickly and one of the nurses was a bit of a patronising twat, but the doc was great (and apparently had a cute butt!)...and he was all set to let me go with the advice of just keep going past the pain and the reflexive gagging...mmhmm that'll help me swallow meds. But his supervisor took a look and decided to send me to the Ear, Nose & Throat specialists at another hospital about 40 minutes away.
So, it's about 11pm on Sunday evening now. I'm at St John's E.N.T...haven't eaten or drunk anything since Friday. Absolutely dead on my feet. Where they proceed to do tests on me and poke giant needles into my tonsils. Because it was so late they admitted me and there I stayed until now. Wednesday afternoon.
So now I'm battling all my mother's friends and my relatives trying to please everyone. And they're all battling amongst themselves and I'm cracking up. My uncle brought me home...now, I'm not close at all with my extended family. There are reasons. But apparently when he was speaking on the phone last night with the family friend, he'd gotten a bit indignant and 'Why wasn't I told my niece was in hospital?'...right and you would've bothered? It bugs me, in a huge way. So I got an earful when he came to pick me up.
I'm the sick one and they need to stop being dicks!
But I'm home, and hopefully on the mend, going to curl up in bed and hopefully get some sleep.
Early Sunday morning I was so bad that I called the medical helpline and they sent a cab round to take me to the out of hours clinic...it was 3am. So the doc there gave me a shot of painkiller (which did eff all I might add) and some liquid antibiotic in the hope I'd find that easier to swallow. Let's just say it was not.
Fast forward to Sunday evening where I was in so much pain and just generally freaking out that I called my mom in the Caribbean and she told me to call a close family friend to come see to me. Which I did...and she did. She came down and together we called the medical helpline and because I hadn't been able to take anything, even fluids, they recommended I just go to A&E (Accident & Emergency), which I did.
They saw me quickly and one of the nurses was a bit of a patronising twat, but the doc was great (and apparently had a cute butt!)...and he was all set to let me go with the advice of just keep going past the pain and the reflexive gagging...mmhmm that'll help me swallow meds. But his supervisor took a look and decided to send me to the Ear, Nose & Throat specialists at another hospital about 40 minutes away.
So, it's about 11pm on Sunday evening now. I'm at St John's E.N.T...haven't eaten or drunk anything since Friday. Absolutely dead on my feet. Where they proceed to do tests on me and poke giant needles into my tonsils. Because it was so late they admitted me and there I stayed until now. Wednesday afternoon.
So now I'm battling all my mother's friends and my relatives trying to please everyone. And they're all battling amongst themselves and I'm cracking up. My uncle brought me home...now, I'm not close at all with my extended family. There are reasons. But apparently when he was speaking on the phone last night with the family friend, he'd gotten a bit indignant and 'Why wasn't I told my niece was in hospital?'...right and you would've bothered? It bugs me, in a huge way. So I got an earful when he came to pick me up.
I'm the sick one and they need to stop being dicks!
But I'm home, and hopefully on the mend, going to curl up in bed and hopefully get some sleep.
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