Intensive Care Unit.

I don't think I could ever experience what has happened in the past few days again without completely going mad.

After my post on Thursday night my chest started getting quite bad and I didn't feel quite right, so I got one of my housemates to call an ambulance. I wasn't overly bad when the ambulance got there, but they know me and know I can go downhill quite quickly so took me in and took me to resus. When I got to resus I had lots of nebs, o2 and some hydrocortasone. They moved me to a ward pretty quickly which was quite good. I had declined an ABG in resus because I didn't think I was bad enough, but when I got up to ACB they had to call the ITU team because my HR, Resp Rate and Blood Sugar levels were really dodgey and they decided that I needed an ABG, so after a hell of a lot of persuasion I let them have one. But noooo, one wasn't enough. They wanted 3. So after a lot, and I mean a lot of persuasion, I let them have their 3. It was then decided my lactate levels were too high, my pottasium was too low and a lot of other things were dodgey. So they moved me to ITU. And I'm not joking, it was one of 'Thee' worse nights of my life so far. They had me catheterised, put an arterial line in and had fook knows how many lines going in and out. I think I had about 6 things going in and out of me. I know it's not a lot to some people, but to someone who has never been in ITU before it was absolutely terrifying. There was people around me ventilated and everything and here was little old me wondering what the hell was going on.

In the end they got everything sorted. I was on an insulin drip for 3 days because my sugars were all over the shop. They said I was in DKA because of the steroids I'm on and things, so I need to see the diabetic nurses on Monday so they can decide what to do from there. But for now I'm still stuck on the ward. I do know something though, I never, ever want to have to go through that again. I'm really going to make an effort to sort my diet out and what not, because that can't have helped matters. I made Emma a promise when she sat with me in ITU, that I would try and sort my life out, and I plan on doing that.

But for now, it's another hospital visit. I so can't wait to see my discharge letter haha.

12 of 12 (very late anyway)

Breakfast! A ham and cheese toastie!


Woo! A B on my Biology Mock! Happy Days!


Chris got me a Mr Bump mousemat for passing my mocks, So I drew a neb mask on him haha.



Dinner! God Bless Pot Noodles!



My Room's an absolute bombsite at the minute. It's not good



Building the new red cross flag. "Where does this bit go?!"



Major Incident? Nope, We're cleaning!



Playing about with my cameras settings



Chemistry Revision! Urgh!



Being very sad and taking pictures of ambulances!



Playing with Arpeture and Macro!



Bedtime!

Catching up on lost time

Apologies for being such a bad blogger, been absolutely hectic these past few weeks.

The last post I made was from Costa Del NHS at the end of March. I was in for just over a week that time. They transferred me to the other hospital in Leicester because they didn't know what to do with me anymore, so I ended up there for a few days. It wasn't too bad this time, apart from the woman beside me who snored for England. I ended up going walkabout at silly o'clock again just to get away from her. It's all good though, and the lungs are really behaving at the minute. I've managed to reduce my prednisolone down to 10mg which is the lowest I've ever had it, so I'm well chuffed. I've managed well over a month out of hospital now, so we'll see how it goes. If I end up back in before Glastonbudget then my Senior Services manager at Red Cross won't let me go and I won't be a happy bunny. He's already really suspicious of me going on big duties. Mind you, yesterday he gave me a kiss on the cheek. It embarrassed me enough to make me go bright red, and that doesn't happen often!

In other news! Me and Chris have been going out 6 months now! It's a big deal because it's the longest relationship I've ever been in. It's his 22nd Birthday next week, and we're going to Legoland on Saturday. I got him some lego, a photo of us both and some syringe pen things for his birthday. He knows about the lego, but doesn't know about the rest, so I'm looking forward to him opening it. Bless, he deserves more, but I can't afford it. I may buy him something when my EMA bonus comes through in July or something before Glastonbudget. We'll see.

I was at a big Red Cross duty in Peterborough yesterday. Truckfest. It was boring as hell, but it was a good chance to take some pics with my new camera. There's some pics on my Facebook page, but some of them are from other times, I've labelled them from when they are so you shouldn't get too lost :)

Anyway, I've got to go to bed now, I'm up early for college in the morning. Laters!