
And again, another ride to Joondalup ED in the ambulance. Not so serious, to me anyway.
Last Saturday (I think, my memory is hazy), at 2.20am, I tried to stand up from the bed to go for a wee. But I couldn’t stand up. I was too weak. In the process of stabilising myself, I slipped down and ended up on the floor. Uh oh, when I’m down, it’s ambulance time, so I had to call 000. I wasn’t hurt, my legs were a bit tangled but that’s all.
The ambos arrived after about 15 minutes and it was a big beefy guy, thank goodness, and a capable looking woman. Strangely, my memory is weak, but I remember them usinga sheet under my armpits to heave me up successfully.
I felt reasonably OK, but the ambo guy said he wanted to take me to the ED, so it was stretcher time and working out how to get me out through the garage. He had to move the Peugeot, which went OK, and so we were off. This took quite a bit of time, so we got to the hospital at about 4am, I”d guess. It was very quiet at that time, which I commented on. “We don’t use that word”, he said in jest. Sure enough, there were only two others in the corridor queue.
I don’t remember much, but they took a big interest in my lower legs, which were swollen, hot and red. Diagnosis: cellulitis bordering on sepsis. Treatment: intravenous antibiotic drip into my arm. I was moved to a cubicle for a while, transferred to an air mattress bed, nice, then a ward became available and I was whisked up to the third floor, room 9. It was breakfast time by now, only the simple basic brekky I’m afraid. Don’t remember much about it all. Probably went to sleep.
So that was Sunday morning, I think, and from then on it was drip, drip, drip of antibiotic, improved food as I got into the better menus, some physio, which worked as I felt better, even a bit of walking around in the passageway using a zimmer frame. I could do it.
They wanted to keep me there for a week, but I kept emphasising that I mustn’t break my Brightwater care for 7 days or more or I would lose it. So on Thursday they let me come home. With four boxes of antibiotic capsules, I should add. And a huge bag of medications!
My transport home was by St John’s Patient Transport, in a whelchair in a van. It was brilliant. It had a powered lift at the back so I didn’t have to lift a finger. The lady driver did everything with a cheery smile and a nice chatty attitude. She didn’t ask for money so maybe I’ll get a bill.
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Now, three days later, I don’t feel so good. I’m so weak I can hardly lift myself or walk (I can only shuffle using the 4w walker). I don’t feel unwell, just so weak! I want to see the GP, but an appointment takes at least 6 days. I’ve made one, but I need someone to drive me.
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This is irritating. My Coles grocey delivery has not arrived. It was supposed to be here at about 3pm. At 2.49pm I got an SMS that it would be arriving in about 30 mins, but no show.
I’ve been onto the on-line chat and to give them credit, they’ve found it and it will be delivered around 8pm, with a $20 credit to my account. We’ll see whether it does arrive.
I’m a bit irritated because it was mostly my beer order, and my supply has run out. Cold water is nice, but no substitute.
