Hi all, I don't usually blog but I've got to get all this off my chest.
I've not had a good Christmas, I fell the week before and ended up with a black eye, cut and bruised face and very sore knees/arms and all the stress caused a flair up and I was in to much whole body pain to enjoy the festive season.
My doctor referred me to the coronary rapid access unit at the hospital because of chest pains, very high BP and rapid heart rate all of which are already medicated (I've had these for some time and had an idea I was suffering from Tachycardia anyway) my appointment was on the 30th.
I arrived for my appointment I was sent for an ECG, she barely got the patches on me and said "that's it done" I'd only been attached to the machine 30 seconds so I knew there was something wrong, an ECG usually takes 5 minutes. When I saw the doctor he confirmed my fears I was suffering from Tachycardia and there was an enlarged area in my heart. He's referred me for a Myocardial Perfusion Scan, where they inject a radioactive substance and scan the heart.
When I got home I was still in shock sitting quietly having a cup of tea, then my phone rang. It was my son telling me to get to my daughter Lynne's a.s.a.p, there were armed police and dogs everywhere and in her house. I was out the house like a shot and drove like an idiot, nearly crashing into the police car blocking the road. I've never seen anything like it, police cars everywhere, armed police standing at the gate and front door. Because the house was empty they'd broke the door down, my grandaughter (14) was screaming hysterically with my daughter and son trying to comfort her. I burst past a police woman and was then stopped by an armed policeman, I told him it was my daughters house and I was going into the house and demanded to know why they were there.
When we saw the front door all smashed in and the mess both me and my grandaughter and my other daughter burst into tears.
The officer in charge told me they had a warrant and were searching for FIREARMS and evidence of ARMED ROBBERY! At that I screamed at him "the only thing my daughter was guilty of was working to bloody hard and why hadn't they just picked her up at work and she would have given them the key and let them in".
He shrugged his shoulders saying he didn't want us in the house until the armed officers finished their search "for our own safety". At this point I suddenly realised these were real guns they were carrying and holding us (my darling grandaughter and another daughter) back with. Then my other daughter (whose home it was arrived, saying she was hysterical would be an understatement, her and my grandaughter stood clinging onto each other sobbing into each others shoulder. It was a pittyfull sight to see and still brings tears to my eyes now.
Anyway getting back to the point, they agreed they had made a terrible MISTAKE but that didn't ease our pain and emotional trauma, even the poor little dog was in a state of shock.
Off they went, leaving us to clean up the mess and arrange for her front door to be made secure, at our cost! (Friday evening, bank holiday weekend, the local team playing football) you can imagine the cost getting someone out at that time of night.
I then realised my pain was back and boy did it hurt, but my babies were hurting emotionally, we were all completely traumatised by the events, I kept telling myself "I couldn't tell them I was having chest pain and I had to stay strong for them". Also we were all so cold we were sitting with quilts and blankets wrapped around us, my body was beginning to seize up.
Anyway the door was made safe later that evening and my son agreed to stay at the house until we could get a new door arranged (no idea when that would be with a long bank holiday weekend).
When I got home I went into a neighbours to tell her about the events (I needed someone for me now). She gave me a cuddle and a very large vodka and coke then another and another 3 in total, I don't normally drink but boy did it feel good to be a little tipsy, plus it knocked me out for the night so I managed some sleep.
I woke with terrible chest pains and had to spend the day running around with my daughter, we had to go to the local police station and try to get some answers so we could understand why this had happened.
We then had to call into Lynne's workplace and say a massive thank you to the staff there, get a bottle of JD's to say thank you to the guy who was called into work to cover and lock up for her, also flowers for the girl who stayed at work and kept the safe keys safe after Lynne dashed home. The girl also agreed to go into work at 6am to cover my daughters shift.
My chest pains continued all day, plus I was so tired I didn't have the energy to go out for New Years Eve, I spent the evening keeping an eye on my BP and heart rate terrified it would get to the point I'd have to call an ambulance. I didn't need to and went to bed around 11, I just thought to hell with it, I'd see the new year next morning.
New year's day I thought I had to take my dogs out there's a park across the road and they could have a good run around (poor things hadn't had a walk/run all weekend)
After our walk, I spent New Years Day checking my BP and heart rate, resting with my feet up and cuddling my 2 fabulous Cocker Spaniels who are so loving, they must have sensed something was wrong and kept trying to cuddle up and lick my hands.
My daughter and grandaughter are ok and slowly trying to get back to normal and getting used to using the back door to get in and out of the house.
I know in the months to come we will be laughing about all this, at the minute it's still very raw, we are all emotional and tearful. Also, worried about the cost of a new front door and of course my health.
Thanks for listening (reading) lol, I'm sorry to go on but I really needed to get this off my chest.
Beth xxx
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