Whew! What a mad week - where do I begin!? I went to visit my Gp on Wednesday as I woke up with half of my face paralysed, she didnt seem too concerned but asked me to return the following day just to be on the safe side. I was thinking along the lines of Bells Palsy which although not pleasant and untreatable is something which would correct itself given time. However my GP was not convinced and so I have ended up spending 3 days in hospital having numerous tests including a brain scan and a lumber puncture...Fortunatly it transpires that I have a Viral Infection where my brain stem meets my spinal cord, other than steroids and plenty of rest there is nothing that can be done. Just need to wait for an appointment at Neurology Outpatients now, just a routine follow up. There were times I was feeling quite scared I can tell you.
It was also the longest amount of time I have ever spent away from my son (previously he slept at a friends for one night and his mum told me off for keep texting to see if he was OK-which of course he was!), well he had a whale of a time - thought he was on holiday thanks to a great friend who watched over him for me as well as managing her own life somehow!
Im cant quite get the philosophy of hospitals, I thought they were there to make you feel better yet I came out feeling far worse than when Id gone in! No one ever brings me a cup of tea in bed at home (well my son is only 5!) yet somehow I didnt appreciate being woken at 6am (after only a couple of hours fitful sleep) to be asked 'dya wanna cuppa tea luv - oh no your nil by mouth, never mind' - grrrrrrrrr! Couldnt they spend 5 seconds checkin the sign in huge letters above my bed before waking me! Added to the lack of sleep I was tied to the bed with a drip for 2 days, originally I was on a portable drip stand so could move about but when I was transfered onto another ward (at 2am!?)I was put on a static one. Great, all my dignity and everything when down the pan from that moment on. I think it was all made worse by the fact that I actually didnt feel that ill, I just grew increasingly worried and anxious as time went on. Still I shouldnt complain after all they pobably spent hundreds of pounds on me for tests (not the food though lol!) and staff costs and I am on the mend.
I certainly appreciated lifes simple pleasures on my first morning back at home - waking up in my own bed sandwiched between the cat and my son and being unable to move - it was fantastic!
