I started a cough which became pneumonia. I “gave” myself away to be taken to hospital.
The admission doctor messed my drug chart, so I had to chase doctors and nurse to reinstate the proper ones, as the nurses wouldn’t give them to me as they were “not prescribed” (drugs I’ve been taking for at least 2 years!)
I was eventually given Tazocin Intravenous for 6 days. Then they wanted to put a pump but delayed it so much I got fed up with this and asked to be discharged. They gave me further Co-amoxiclav to finish the course.
I’m still short of breath. I had to wean myself of the oxygen. When I was admitted it went down to 86%, when really it should be 93-97%.
I caught a nasty Clostridium Difficile which gives me diarrhoea. “Fortunately”, I don’t have to toxin releasing type. So I hope to get by with the antibiotics given to cure it.
I still feel quite unwell. I might decide next week to go back to hospital. But staying sat in a chair all day long, reading a Compressed Reader’s Digest is pretty demoralising.
The first doctor took a blood sample. My arm is all bruised and painful with his trial!
I’m devastated at hearing about Mavary’s husband’s death.
I hope the rest of you feel better.
Love to you all, M