webmaster
New Member
Well, after never being in an ambulance in my life, I managed 2 on Wednesday.
Recovery from my transplant is generally going well, and I'd probably been doing a little too much the day before, took a load of junk from the garage to the tip, bought some trousers at ASDA and even made it to our club meeting including 2 helpings of pie and peas (yes I know I'm greedy).
Anyway, wednesday morning, got up as usual, all pretty normal, if a little tired having not slept much. Hooked up to work, discussing some stuff with my no.2 and suddenly I start shivering and shaking. Decide to take a lie down, maybe just an effect of the steroids I'm taking, watched "Homes under the Hammer" while shivering away violently, then the vomitting started.....
At this point I called the wife to come home from work, then called the hospital who told me to come straight in, decided there was no way I was going to make it to Sheffield (to my transplant team), so I dialed 999.
Straight into my local A&E past the queue, straight on the drips, followed by bigger and bigger oxygen masks, then they pulled my into the resus room, all very scarey.
Anyway they managed to get me stable pretty quick, in fact I'm seriously impressed by the response and treatment, my consultant even came down from the haematology dept to check me out, they liased with Sheffield and had me transferred as soon as I was stable enough and they'd got me a bed. Excellent service.
They've managed to grow the bug from some blood cultures and it was a nasty one, they had to change the antibiotics as it is resistant to the ones they started me on. They also removed the line I had which went into my jugular vein (for injecting treatment and taking blood samples) as a potential source of infection. That was fun, took them an hour to cut it out and stitch me up. They have subsequently tested it and found that it probably was the source of infection, hence the quick onset.
The infection appeared to have attacked my muscles in some way as I haven't been able to walk until yesterday evening, just very painful, they took xrays but couldn't find anything. It's getting better now, I can make it to the loo, so I don't have to pee in a bottle.
So I'm currently feet up in sunny Sheffield again. Hopefully I'll be home again early next week.
All a bit of a shock really, but mighty impressed with our NHS again, no messing, everything done efficiently, tops marks from me.
Recovery from my transplant is generally going well, and I'd probably been doing a little too much the day before, took a load of junk from the garage to the tip, bought some trousers at ASDA and even made it to our club meeting including 2 helpings of pie and peas (yes I know I'm greedy).
Anyway, wednesday morning, got up as usual, all pretty normal, if a little tired having not slept much. Hooked up to work, discussing some stuff with my no.2 and suddenly I start shivering and shaking. Decide to take a lie down, maybe just an effect of the steroids I'm taking, watched "Homes under the Hammer" while shivering away violently, then the vomitting started.....
At this point I called the wife to come home from work, then called the hospital who told me to come straight in, decided there was no way I was going to make it to Sheffield (to my transplant team), so I dialed 999.
Straight into my local A&E past the queue, straight on the drips, followed by bigger and bigger oxygen masks, then they pulled my into the resus room, all very scarey.
Anyway they managed to get me stable pretty quick, in fact I'm seriously impressed by the response and treatment, my consultant even came down from the haematology dept to check me out, they liased with Sheffield and had me transferred as soon as I was stable enough and they'd got me a bed. Excellent service.
They've managed to grow the bug from some blood cultures and it was a nasty one, they had to change the antibiotics as it is resistant to the ones they started me on. They also removed the line I had which went into my jugular vein (for injecting treatment and taking blood samples) as a potential source of infection. That was fun, took them an hour to cut it out and stitch me up. They have subsequently tested it and found that it probably was the source of infection, hence the quick onset.
The infection appeared to have attacked my muscles in some way as I haven't been able to walk until yesterday evening, just very painful, they took xrays but couldn't find anything. It's getting better now, I can make it to the loo, so I don't have to pee in a bottle.
So I'm currently feet up in sunny Sheffield again. Hopefully I'll be home again early next week.
All a bit of a shock really, but mighty impressed with our NHS again, no messing, everything done efficiently, tops marks from me.
