Well, I got my first university rejection today. De Montfort Uni in Leicester. It was my first choice and everything. Well pissed off. Leicester would've been ideal because I would've been on placement in hospitals I know. I've still got to hear back from a few, and the latest I'll know is May, so it's not horrendous. I'm just a bit dis-heartened to see my first choice declined.
Sorry for the lack of blogging. Things have been a bit hectic here. I managed six weeks out of hospital and then three weeks in. Three weeks in hospital is enough to send anyone nuts. But Chris came to see me when I was in, which was fantastic. It really cheered me up seeing him. It was tough because he was meant to come over last weekend but couldn't afford to stay in a B&B again so we had to say no to that one. It was a bit shit because I got out then on the Monday. While I was in though I tried sub cut and it worked really well, so I know I can use that in future if need be. Hayes has a few tricks up his sleeve apparently, so we shall see what happens. I'm determined to stay out of hospital long enough to make it to clinic this time. 17th of Jan and counting.
In other news, James is back with us again. While I was in hospital, Nanny and Pappy found out he was staying with us and told mum that if he didn't go, we had to. So mum kicked him out. But the weather hit -15 here and he didn't have any heating in the garage, so mum let him come back for a bit. He has to be gone by the first week in Jan though, Nanny and Pappy are coming back from Tenerife for a week and if they find out he's here they'll have a fit. I can't wait to see Nanny, I missed her when I was incosterated.
So Christmas shopping is all done, wrapped and all that jazz. I hate Christmas, the only good thing is seeing TJ open his presents on Christmas morning. I'm too old for Santa now and to everyone else it's just another day in the year, cept with better food. Christmas is all about the food. Fact. I'm having Chicken and Ham this year. Can't be arsed cooking a turkey, and I don't think it would fit in our oven anyway. The poor oven would probably have a fit if we tried to put a full sized bird into it. Last time we tried to do anything inventive mum set fire to the kitchen. And then James set fire to the toast this morning. Our oven doesn't like us much. That'll teach mum to use a gas oven that's older than me and probably isn't safe to be used in a home anymore.
Anyway,
Happy Christmas dear readers. (Does anyone actually read this?!) and have a happy new year!
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
Home.
Well, I think the title says it all. I moved back home. It had been coming for a while, and I think I realised just what all had happened in the past year and realised what I'd lost. I've failed my GCSE's, my health's gone to shit, my house was in all honestly crap and I missed home. So I decided to leave. And once again being me, it was a quick decision. Was gone within a week. I really need to start thinking about things properly.
Getting home again was strange. It's weird going from having so much independance and being able to do whatever you want to living with parents again. But things have changed. Mum's a lot more understanding now of why I left, and has told me that she treated me like shit. And of course I broke down in tears at that. It's been a hard 10 years for both of us, but I think she's finally turning the corner and to be able to see my mum as happy as she is, is making me happy.
You would think getting home would sort my lungs out though? Right? Well ha. Pigs will fly. Was home 6 days and ended up in. But I didn't just do simple splatt that needs a few nebs and home. I did going to an MIU in Monaghan, then getting a doctor blue light transfer to Cavan Hospital, sitting in resus for 6 hours, transfer to ICU, Arterial Lines, CPAP and catheters. Then passing out when they brought the bloke who was the same age as James(who was in as well with withdrawals), in with the same thing and was in the same bay to ICU in cardiac arrest. Not fun. But hey. Home now. I'm on that many drugs now that I fecking rattle. But hey, thats part and parcel of having lung problems and there's people in worse states than me.
I'm gonna go have lunch now, so I'll come back to this another day :)
Getting home again was strange. It's weird going from having so much independance and being able to do whatever you want to living with parents again. But things have changed. Mum's a lot more understanding now of why I left, and has told me that she treated me like shit. And of course I broke down in tears at that. It's been a hard 10 years for both of us, but I think she's finally turning the corner and to be able to see my mum as happy as she is, is making me happy.
You would think getting home would sort my lungs out though? Right? Well ha. Pigs will fly. Was home 6 days and ended up in. But I didn't just do simple splatt that needs a few nebs and home. I did going to an MIU in Monaghan, then getting a doctor blue light transfer to Cavan Hospital, sitting in resus for 6 hours, transfer to ICU, Arterial Lines, CPAP and catheters. Then passing out when they brought the bloke who was the same age as James(who was in as well with withdrawals), in with the same thing and was in the same bay to ICU in cardiac arrest. Not fun. But hey. Home now. I'm on that many drugs now that I fecking rattle. But hey, thats part and parcel of having lung problems and there's people in worse states than me.
I'm gonna go have lunch now, so I'll come back to this another day :)
Saturday, 22 May 2010
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.
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.
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Hospital
Well, it didn't last. My good lung streak finally came to an end and I type this from my hospital bed a very unhappy girl. Had the attack last friday and am still in with no hope of home until at least Saturday. Getting a bit bored of all of this now. I may do 12 of 12 tomorrow of a day in the life of a hospital patient lol. That's if I manage to stay awake all day. Right now sleeping is always seeming to be the best plan.
Oh god, the woman next to me has gone off on one. She's a detoxing alcoholic and given my past I'm a bit weary of having her around. She was that bad last night they had security in here holding her down most of the night. It freaked me out.
I'm a bit pissed off, they don't seem to be doing a lot to get me better. I seem to be as good as I was about 4 days ago when I had that bad attack. But I don't really have very good sats on oxygen so they don't really know where to go from here. They want to transfer me to another hospital but they don't really know whether I'd end up in a worse state when I arrived as a pose to when I left so they're not exactly very willing to transfer me atm. Spec because I'm needing so much oxygen to keep my sats up. It's well annoying, but we'll see what the doctors have to say in the morning when I see them.
Oh god, the woman next to me has gone off on one. She's a detoxing alcoholic and given my past I'm a bit weary of having her around. She was that bad last night they had security in here holding her down most of the night. It freaked me out.
I'm a bit pissed off, they don't seem to be doing a lot to get me better. I seem to be as good as I was about 4 days ago when I had that bad attack. But I don't really have very good sats on oxygen so they don't really know where to go from here. They want to transfer me to another hospital but they don't really know whether I'd end up in a worse state when I arrived as a pose to when I left so they're not exactly very willing to transfer me atm. Spec because I'm needing so much oxygen to keep my sats up. It's well annoying, but we'll see what the doctors have to say in the morning when I see them.
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