Well I’m back in hospital. I had a rough night on Sunday, my lungs decided to give up. It seems that 85% oxygen saturation is potentially life threatening. 111 sent the ambulance about 30 second into the call. The ambulance driver recognised the house, he had been before, to pick up a friend of Eva’s, who chose to come to our place to be ill. They poked and prodded me, took gallons of blood, and came up with two scenarios, one, fluid around the heart, the heart valve is not working so it is not clearing the fluid as it should, and two, an infection, so they treated me for both. Antibiotics for the infection, and initially diuretics for the heart fluid. I had just spent the previous few days ingesting vast quantities of water to stave off dehydration. I needed a bucket to go with the diuretics, a very large bucket. That all settled down and they decided it was an infection in the end. But I have to stay in until my oxygen levels are respectable, 96/99 , and they don’t diminish on exercising. I tried to tell them not to worry as I don’t exercise , it didn’t work. I should be out soon, an infection aggravated by the heatwave. I have to get to ward where I can walk up and down in an oxygen tent or something.
Alarms going off, blood all over the floor, people forced into nappies as they don’t have enough staff to bring bed pans. Drunk polish building workers with limbs hanging off wandering around like zombies from hell. Crash trollies missing, agency staff hiding to avoid work. One toilet cubicle for 14 bays. That’s once you have made it into the inner sanctum passed the 250 facing a 10hr wait to see a Dr. I want to go to Lambs Cafe for my breakfast, but I have to sit here amongst the carnage, connected to a broken oxygen machine that is irritating my nose causing it to swell and block, making me sneeze. Sleep would be nice but the moaning from bay 5 has started again….
My hands look like Donald Trump’s, extensive bruising from incompetent would be phlebotomists. A swollen nose from snorting too much of the stuff that keeps us going, oxygen, come on keep up, and damp trousers starting smell of urine after struggling to keep up with the diuretics and prostate pills. At least we have hit a moment of calm, perhaps there is a fight in the corridor preventing the movement of people, perhaps Israel is trying to annex the place. I realise now we bypassed however many were waiting at 7.10 yesterday, because I needed oxygen, I went straight to a bay in the inner sanctum. Passed the fights and the chaos, passed the corridors piled with the accidentally bed bound, straight into a room of my own. Ive been moved again to a back office down a twisting corridor barely big enough for the bed to wind its way through . I feel cut off and isolated the room is tiny, but on suite. My own loo !! This is only a temporary room, they are still looking for a ward to exile me too.
