I haven't been feeling great this past couple of days (weeks to be fair) and yesterday things reached a crescendo . I have had cold/flu symtoms, and a chesty cough, and yesterday afternoon the coughing episodes got worst and I had difficulty breathing and was very wheezy.
So, DH qnd I took ourselves to the local G Docs at Local Hospital to (diagnosing myself here) to get some antibiotics! Called Hospital at 6pm, Appointment at 8pm and home by 9pm!!
Didn't work out like that, Doctor ended up admitting me overnight as the rattling in my chest was apparently so bad. Chest X Ray at 11pm, Blood Tests, Scan on my Calf at 12 midnight as there was a tightness feeling, like a vice gripping my leg. (this was apparently to check for DVT).
Monitored all night, on drip, fluids and antibiotics, had my stomach stabbed 3 times with blood thinner, used nebuliser lots, and absolutely no sleep. And I thought I'd be sent of my way with a few pills!
Just home. On the mend today, very tired, rattling sound in my chest changed to a growl and now it's more like a purr. So antibiotics fairly kicked in.
I have never ever experienced an episode like this before, it was scary, I think similar to an asthma attack, but not, sorry if that's sounds dippy. I have a Chest Infection.
How proud was I saying 'No' to the question - Do you smoke Fiona?
However, didn't feel quite so self assured when I had to admit it had only been 7 months (tomorrow actually).
And to be perfectly, perfectly honest, do you know what my biggest fear was, going for an X Ray, and worst still, the result of the Chest X Ray. And each and every single one of you will understand why I'm saying that. (Everything was OK).
My husband undergoes an Offshore Medical 2 yearly and Chest X Rays are quite routine.I don't ever recall him saying he was dreading getting this done. (Will's a non smoker).