It all started on Tuesday. I had a bloated feeling and thought it was trapped wind? Took a Windeze and it seemed to help that feeling but then got a tingling in my face which was weird this then progressed to my shoulder's, arms and chest. It then seemed to ease and I just carried on. It was an effort all day to get my breath on the simplest of things but thought with lousy weather and just getting over a lurgy probably that?
Wednesday was a very usual day but breathing was still lousy, and that strange feeling and tingling was coming back. It was more an annoyance than a worry. Well, that was then starting to change fast and the tingling was getting a lot worse and my joints were aching far more than they had for some time. Tried to get an urgent appointment with a GP but after many attempts at trying to connect I was in a queue number 14! Once my turn was up, I asked for an urgent appointment to be told "Sorry you need to call at 08:30 tomorrow as we have no one available" (Never used to be like this before covid) By the end of this I had my dinner to eat which I did mostly but started to feel worse. The Wife insisted I call 111 This was met with all lines are busy due to the latest industrial action! (Ambulance Drivers Strike) After eventually getting through I spoke to a very nice lady who went through the usual sheets of questions. She mentioned that I seemed to be struggling with my breathing while talking to her so I told her that I am only 90% O2 and in AF which is not that unusual for me. She then asked for some time while she speaks to someone and put me on hold. By the time she come back my pins and needles had progressed to my chest. She went through the Stroke questioning which was negative. Asked me to hold once more? Did not seem to long and she told me that the Ambulance Control will call me! Sure, enough they were on the phone informing me that a specialist crew are on their way and made sure that they knew exactly how to find our house?
Once the Ambulance arrived two very nice paramedics were in my lounges and wiring me up. My blood pressure was through the roof (Surprise not) and my ECG was not looking good at all it seems. so, they hear my chest and a few more questions with another ecg. At that point they told me to put something that opens at the front and I am off to one of our main hospitals. They had given me 3 GTN sprays in total and that did seem to ease the pins and needles but not completely. I was taken into the RAT ward and looked at promptly by a Doctor. Another ECG and he took bloods. I was moved 5 times in total and seen by another doctor who informed me I had hypocalcemia and my AF was not good. I would have to have a drip of calcium and another blood test ASAP. I was on a monitor and the first drip (I thought only drip) was started and finished about 20 mins later. I thought that was nice and quick how long before my pins and needles stop? But then another nurse comes in with a litre bottle/bag of calcium drip and the settings meant it was an 11-hour infusion! Then they decide to move to another ward AMU. this went into .....
Thursday morning but in the early hours it finished they disconnected me and my pins and needles had gone! I could now get to sleep and I slept like a log. Usual hospital routine in the morning warm toast warm tea and more obs etc through the day. Doctor comes to bedside and states the blood test after my calcium infusion seems to have worked but you are also showing Magnesium deficiency! Then tells me how serious that was! some many hours later my smaller bag of magnesium comes but it is infused slower so a 5.5-hour infusion. Once more it finished in the early hours and once more, I slept like a log.
Friday: I thought I would have a chance of going home but my body thought otherwise. Not only was my heart rate going up and down 60 to 143 my O2 was 88 to 94. I was put on oxygen and basically told not going anywhere until that settles down. It took some convincing that the AF is not that unusual and my O2 is average 92/94 . So that was my target or I stay until it is sorted!
Saturday: They dropped the O2 bit by bit as I was improving until I got the bingo moment where they said I can go, but I have to change some of my meds as they think they were part of the problem so a long wait for them then I can go. Called the wife to pick me up and bring a coat etc. We were still waiting for med from hospital pharmacy. When the nurse was doing the other patients stats etc. He was a great guy and said Well I am here I will do one on you while you are waiting? Yes, you guessed it was not good so he left me after apologising to find a doctor. Back they come and she orders an ECG this was not so bad this time and the doctor insisted I mention the low O2 to my GP (I can see that being a bit of a battle) After 5 hours of been told my meds are coming, they came and off to home and bed we went. Thank you, NHS,