I was working very slowly over the last few days with Mrs Z moaning that my breathing was very heavy and I didn't look well and really ought to see my GP.
Miss Z called to tell me to see my GP but I got very out of breath and she called an ambulance. Confused them as she is 4 counties away.
Right in to A&E with blues and twos. Mrs Z not allowed to attend.
Right to the front of the queue in the RED section - I'm not happy.
Lots of attention from a Polish junior doctor who fetched an Indian consultant. X-ray taken by an Estonian radiographer. More blood tests.
Turns out that I have a bad chest infection and they wanted to keep me in. Got nebulised and pumped with drugs.
Now there were so many people coughing and spluttering around me that I declined their kind offer and got given a box of antibiotics with a warning that I must return if I get any worse.
Get a phone call from my GP this morning (yes a bank holiday) saying that I might not realise it but I should be in hospital.
Whilst I am feeling slightly better, I now have a sore throat now and am worried that I picked something up in hospital. Mrs Z had decamped to the spare bedroom in protest!
(Mentioned nationalities of the staff because it shows how much we rely on these good people from around the world. All staff, British and from abroad were absolutely charming.)
Our dog hasn't left my side all day. She usually treats me with disdain, she clearly senses something is not right.
Last edited by: zippy on Fri 8 May 20 at 21:45
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