Morning Ladies, hope you're all as well as any of us can be.
What a surprise for me last Friday 26th, got up feeling great looking forward to my holiday in Stoupa (Greece) Sunday 28th, with hubby. Seven days with lovely sunshine, no housework, no shopping, no cleaning!
How wrong can one be??? In my case very wrong!!
Within an hour of sorting suitcases, suddenly started to go very cold and shaking uncontrollably. Took temperature to discover it was 38.1 (not good). Slowly over the hr steadily creeping up.
Hubby phoned The Christie hotline to inform them of the rise (38.9), we were told to get to the asap, which we did (30 mins).
On arrival a team of nurses worked quickly, tagging me, sorting bloods, blood pressure checks, by now temp had risen to 39.5, felt shocking.
Admitted onto ward with more checks, umpteen questions on what had happened previously, any coughs, colds etc. By now temp had peaked at 40.
The doctors had suspicions the cause was my Hickman Line, which looked fine from the outside.
They decided not to use for any more blood tests just in case it was infected.
So began the drama of getting a cannula into a vein. So far I've had four different cannula inserted (for various problems) over five days. The back of my hands and arms are black and blue and very sore.
But yesterday the results came back that the line was the culprit, so out it came!
So ladies I've had my days of feet up, meals being brought to me, bed being changed etc.
Instead of enjoying a nice cold wine, I've had many jugs of Manchester tap water.
But hey I'm still here, may not have sun kissed skin, but can always get the bronzer out!
And so we carry on, onwards and upwards.
Now then, where did I put those holiday brouchers??? πβοΈπΈ