I was taken ill last week. Unable to keep anything down which prevented my oral pain relief being effective. I rang the palliative nurses who told me to call my GP. My GP was very attentive and came to see me very quickly (Wednesday). He changed my meds and told me to try the new routine for a few days, but unfortunately I became worse, and especially so on the Saturday. It was now the weekend and GP's and palliative nurses don't work at weekends. I rang the district nurse (I already have the 'emergency' medicine pack available) but they told me I must speak with a doctor, so to call 111. The 111 service requested paramedics come to my home (after answering a monotonous lengthy checklist of meaningless questions). Overall though, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as it gave an absolutely marvellous result and I cannot praise the ambulance/paramedics highly enough.
The paramedics were worried about my chest pains but after being told my history they were less worried about my heart but did an ECG anyway, and other tests. They decided to call for doctors advice, but had to wait quite a long while for one to call back. The doctor recommended I be hospitalised to get my medicines sorted out to better effect. I resisted being hospitalised but they went to the trouble of organising me a room at our local hospice and took me there in the ambulance. That all happened Saturday. The hospice gradually sorted my meds, and it was the morphine causing my sickness. I am now on Oxycodone, which is another newer form of morphine, and other meds. I returned home yesterday (Thursday).
I am now nausea and pain free but my limits for exertion have reduced, meaning I need more assistance in washing, etc.
The ambulance men and the hospice staff have restored my faith in the NHS. They all went above and beyond what was expected. Such a pity that some NHS consultants are the exact opposite.