Well it has been an interesting couple of days here. I guess I kind of knew I was wrong to celebrate no more hospital.
Tuesday evening whilst doing incredible exercise of sitting on the sofa watching TV I started to feel really poorly. I had an incredible pain in my back that spread to my neck, ears and both sides of my jaw which was like nothing I have ever experienced. My heart was pounding and pulsing in my neck and I think it is fair to say we were both really scared. Dr Google - oh how we should not rely on him but do - said it could be heart attack symptoms in a woman. So at 9.15 off we went to the hospital. I was seriously frightened.
It's amazing how quickly you are triaged and seen for initial assessment when it is a suspected heart attack. By 10 am I was having an ECG and by 10.10 I had been moved to a bay in majors and was hooked up to machines. And there I lay having regular obs and blood taken. At one point it was scary when the alarm went off on my cardiac monitor but apparently, it was a glitch. I had a second ECG and then finally at about 3 am I saw a doctor. (I wasn't worried about the delay - they were incredibly busy with lots of ambulances waiting and I knew that if it was a heart attack they would come running) I was examined and then told The back pain coupled with the other symptoms was a worry as that could indicate aortic issues and so they needed to do a CT scan with colour dye. I was told the cannula I had in my arm was not big enough so needed another cannula in my hand. That's always an issue for me. I am notoriously bad for getting blood out of. Apparently I have veins that are wavy and that hide. It took a while but she managed to get one in and 15 minutes later I was in CT and injected and scanned and taken back. The doctor said the results often only took and hour and a half at night but they were very busy.
The doctor came back at about 5.30 am and said the first sample they sent off for blood to check had clotted before it reached the lab and so they needed another. She tried the arm cannula. Nope that had sealed up completely. She tried the hand cannula but she couldn't get blood out of there. So she tried my arm and the back of the other hand and she couldn't find veins in either. Just as well I never became an addict eh! In the end she got an ultra sound machine to find a vein and went from there. I confess that was the only point I cried. It is always such an issue for me.
She said that would take at least 2 hours and so Nigel finally agreed to go home.
At about 7.15 am they moved me to AAU where I had a lovely bed right by a window and some sunshine.
I have to say the NHS are brilliant. Everyone I met was lovely and patient and caring and efficient. Yes you wait a lot but so what. I was given breakfast, a menu to order lunch and dinner (and it looked nice), ice cold water to drink, toiletries so I could shower and clean my teeth.
At about 9 am the doctors started rounds and I was seen by a consultant cardiologist (I wonder how long I would have had to wait to see one if it hadn't been an emergency admission?) He was lovely and told me it wasn't a heart attack. The Contrast CT had shown that my aorta was fine, all the way down, that the arteries int he heart all looked fine and feee of calcification (though he is sending me for a specific cardiac ct scan as an outpatient) and the discharge report also showed results on all other internal organs. The only bad news was that it showed quite a few nodules on my right lunch and he will want another scan in 4 months to see if they have changed. I looked terrified and he said that they were nodules, lots of people have them and it's likely not a problem. With all of my recent experiences, you can understand why that didn't reassure me as my breast recall was likely nothing, the calcification was likely nothing and the DCIS was unlikely to become invasive. Mmmm. I think I would be less concerned if it was the left lunch as it wouldn't be near my cancer site. They were unable to tell me what the problem was though which was the biggest disappointment. The pain had subsided and the pain killer they gave me helped but it didn't really go until today, some 40 hours later. It was a scary experience.
On to happier things
and scrapping
Today I am thankful - yet again - for our NHS. However, I'd like to not have to do anything with them for quite a while now please.