And so, I say hello again

WP_20171006_010 1It’s been a funny fortnight. But I’m sat here at my computer saying hello once more. I can basically sum up the last few weeks with these words

  • bras
  • zimmers
  • antibiotics
  • Cary Grant
  • NHS

So let me start with the subject ‘bras’. I knew I needed some replacements- but to go & get fitted and then try them all day- sounds like a lot of hassle. So I used the self help measurement guide online & have had three separate deliveries from M & S. All which required trying on , repackaging and sending back.

I think the only items I kept from first order was a pair of pajamas for Josh; second order 2 pairs socks for Julian,; and last order 2 vest again for Julian. Out of these total orders I have tried on 20 bras!! A complete array  of sizes – from a 38 C, to a 40 A. I am beyond confused. Defeated.  Will have to be measured . So the comfy old bra will hopefully last till then !!!!!


So last Monday I had to to pop & have a blood test first thing in the am. Our car had given up the ghost the week before & as Julian was expecting  a  roll of linen to be delivered I had to get a taxi to the hospital.

Off I went at 8.45, and when I got out of the taxi and walked up the ramp into hospital I felt a bit strange. My legs felt hard to maneuver, but thought nothing off it whilst I took my seat in the waiting room. I was a bit peeved when a lady sat right next to me, especially as the room was nearly empty. She had a terrible hacking cough, telling her friend ‘what a shocking cold’ she had. Wonderful I thought, that’s all I need. Anyway it wasn’t long till the nurse shouted my name & I could breathe easier away from her germs.

I followed her into the treatment room. I’m used to always been a few steps behind people, as my pace of walking is not quite up to the speed of most others. Sometimes if  it is a long distance people can even lose me.  But this day as I went into her room I just completely lost my footings. As though someone had knocked me over. The nurse may be used to patients collapsing after their blood is taken but not before.


I was only feet from the chair they sit you in for the blood test. so I said if I can just get to my feet i’d rather go ahead. so with the help of the kind nurse I got to my feet. Thank goodness it was close by as I could feel myself so unsteady. Blood test over- I could tell she wasn’t happy I was going back home in a taxi, so I rang Julian. Using a wheel chair we got to his car & the nurse suggested I call at the GP’s to be checked over, which we did, resulting in an ambulance being called.

I wasn’t used to collapsing, & today was losing track of what was happening really. All very strange.As the hours were passing & now it was 11 am I said perhaps I should use the loo before getting in the ambulance. What a performance!?!? Being wheeled through a busy waiting room. Two ambulance men/woman standing outside my cubicle, a room full of inquisitive people in the waiting room looking on, and with Julian assisting me inside as I couldn’t bear my own weight. Not much to put me off having a wee then! After trying with the tap running for a minute or 2- I just gave up.

And so back in the wheelchair, back to the ambulance personal. Julian went home to collect some stuff in case I was staying in hospital, & I had my first ride in an ambulance, preferring to stay sat upright rather than lying down. I was grateful for all my care I received that day- so these things are just observations, not criticisms. However its such  a small square window  you can watch the road ahead, whilst sat in the back of an ambulance. And it’s pretty rocky in the back. Concentration required to those who suffer from travel sickness I imagine. But we got there pretty fast even without the blue light.

Once inside the acute response unit- more blood tests, although I did try and tell them that is where this sorry tale started this am! lots of chats with dr’s, and repeatedly I said I hadn’t fallen like this before even with having MS for 20 years.


Julian said I was more worried about the doctors & nurses noticing my aged bra than I was to my condition!

Not true I was feeling pretty concerned as to my lack of orientation- I had tried twice to have a wee at the hospital but messages didn’t seem to be relaying from my brain. I was just about to have a heart trace thingy with those little suctions attached to your chest, when a nurse popped her head round the curtain & said she had found protein in my sample- a UTI  ( or words to that effect). I was so happy. I know what effects UTI’s can have on your system, having seen mum very ill for many years with such a problem.  I was very happy to think this lack of coordination, was not my MS progressing but the UTI. Perhaps that was why I was finding it hard to wee.

After a few more hours at the hospital, seeing O.T.’s, Physios etc we came home with antibiotic’s, and a zimmer. So for 3 days I walked slowly with my zimmer on wheels until my balance , & strength was less problematic. I spent afternoons watching Cary Grant films to relax & recover. What a wonderful way to recuperate, watching ‘My Favorite Wife’.

I had gone through nearly the whole NHS system that day from a local hospital, GP surgery, general hospital; seen by nurses, doctors, OT’s Physios, pharmacists, receptionists & it was a tremendous  system  that just seemed to be clicking into order- getting me seen quickly and effectively. Thanks to everyone for their care and attention. It may be a different area, but I have meant to say this since dad & mum passed away  over the last few months, but never mind I am saying it now, I know the NHS is not always perfect, stretched beyond breaking point- but patients & their families come across some real caring nurses & doctors that make these times so much less stressful. Thanks.

end of rather a long blog………….





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