Just when I posted that I couldn’t take many more courses of antibiotics, I am on yet another course. I have septicemia (I am out of danger) which was really fun, not. 🙂
I went to A&E with every single known symptom of it, from tracking infection marks running up my leg, to cold/hot sweats, to dizziness and confusion to everything else except a coma (although I felt close at one point!). The wonderful “Nurse Practitioner” who assessed me in the absence of any actual doctors, said ….. this takes a while to say….. I had “bruising, not an infection”. I argued like hell (politely) which got me nowhere of course because then I just got the hand in face attitude. While I was there I ran to the loo to be sick as I felt so nauseous from my temperature fluctuation and perhaps the stress of being treated like an utter moron. So I went home with a weak course of antibiotics I had to almost beg for. I took a higher doser than she told me to, I KNEW I had sepsis.
I sweated for another day and a half in bed, not really knowing where i was, until I felt up to walking again, then after a call to 111 I went back to hospital with a bit more energy to complain a bit more. This time I saw a fantastic and lovely nurse who took one look and said “don’t go anywhere, you need the senior doctor to look at this”. He walked in, saw my leg and said he was admitting me for intravenous antibiotics as it was life threatening. I didn’t want that so I asked him to reconsider and he said no chance. He asked how I felt, I said “not too bad now the fevers have stopped”. With that I am sure he went a bit pale and asked me to explain what I meant by fever. I considered telling him it wasn’t the type John Travolta does, but he looked a bit serious for jokes, so instead I told him what had happened. He was absolutely amazed, THEN when I explained I was in that state when I saw a nurse in middle of night, his reaction was quite scary for me. He basically said I could have walked out, gone home, laid down and died. I had already got the symptoms of it being quite serious and somehow perhaps more by fluke than anything else, my body had just managed to fight back in time and push the infection back before it started attacking my internal organs. He still wanted to give me IV ABs as he said it was in my lymphatic system but I asked not to, and instead I just about managed to persuade him to let me out if I promised to double my dose of ABs to a gram every four hours, and go straight back to A&E if my symptoms changed for the worse in any way. Thankfully they didn’t, so I avoided MRSA and 300 other super bugs too, party on 😀
While I was in the hospital various times over past few days, I saw 4 different casualty cubicles. Every single one was plastered with signs and a post box , the signs said “We value your feedback, please tell us any comments you have that could help improve our service” or “we VALUE your comments”. hahaha. Not ONE of them had a single form to fill in. I found one outside at reception, same lack of slips there, apparently they are “out of forms”. Is that because too many have been used? Or because some private overpaid management consultant went round removing them to keep his job and keep renewing the contract to do a shite job for great pay? Who knows, although I would be far from surprised if it were the latter.
I know a fireman (sorry, can’t be bothered to find out what the latest communist politically correct phrase is for that extremely important job) who told me how he has lost count of how many times he has “kept someone alive after cutting them out of a car for up to an HOUR waiting for an ambulance”. I can’t say it better than he did, maybe a bit more politely though… “The whole thing is BROKEN”.
I can’t really blame the nurse for not spotting the symptoms (even though I explained them to her three times). After all, they are only listed on about 6 Million websites. Only 40,000 people die of it each year in the UK (3 of whom I have known myself)!!
On the way out of my second visit I got a parking ticket for being 20 minutes over on my one hour ticket, just a beautiful end to the experience. If they spent the salary from the parking attendant on doctors, maybe I wouldn’t have been parked there at all. Grr.
So, that was a few days ago and I am starting to feel properly on top of it at last. Just thought I would drop a message to say why it’s so quiet round here. Yes I planned to cut down some of the posting but I didn’t quite mean this much!
Hope all is well with you traders and learner traders, I will be back with some good stuff soon. Cheers for now.
P.S. It was caused by standing on something tiny, too small to get out of my foot and which quickly disappeared from view. It got a bit infected but then seemed to settle down and go away for 3 whole weeks, before my leg started showing red lines on it while I started to sweat and feel like the proverbial. Just to warn anyone reading! Google makes a far better healthcare service than many hospitals these days, which is no slur on the staff who, by and large, do a great job with what pathetic resources they have available. And I would also add I used 111 and they were effing SUPERB, and eventually talked me into going back to complain as, you know, being British, it’s not my style to make a fuss. Apparently dying is sometimes the alternative 😀
P.P.S. Just for a crack, I was talking to my uncle last night who has had around 6 heart attacks now. Last time he got dropped off outside Hinchingbrooke hospital (death trap and has been for many years) by his son who parked the car (and got a second mortgage to pay the obscene parking charge) so my uncle walked into A&E clutching his chest but, being somewhat used to it by now, not making a fuss. He took a seat in casualty, he said hello to a nurse and had a brief chat about the weather before she said “what’s up with you then?”. He said “I am having a heart attack”. She laughed and said “Yes, funny, what’s really wrong with you?”. He said “I am having a heart attack, nobody ever seems to believe me when I say that. Honestly love (ooh how sexist, she wasn’t offended though as she knew it was a term of affection not bigotry or a chance to have a whine at the ultimate evil of humankind, white middle aged men.) I really am, it’s my sixth one”. She said “If you’re having a heart attack, why are you sitting there?”. He said “Because I am English, and this is a queuing system” (he does have a dry sense of humour!). She realised he wasn’t messing around and ran off to get him on a bed and took him straight in. I thought that was quite funny, but also shows that some cultures or types of people lose out easier than others in the same environment, when that environment is increasingly modified to suit all, instead of those who created it and evolved it to suit their own community’s needs. The losers in such an environment are mainly those who are not built to be pushy but to be the opposite, trouble is, when you are built that way, you can’t change overnight. I was the same, it took hours and hours of worrying before I even rang 111, lesson learned, maybe.
Back soon, with less philosophy and more Betfair trading I pwomise.
PPPS – Not that I am bitter or anything, but just in case anyone wants to know what bruising looks like, or what the nurse I was unfortunate to be assessed by believes bruising looks like, here it is….