Last Monday I was due at St Johns for a routine CT Scan - although I wasn't sure which of the consultants had ordered it - turns out it was Bladder specialist Dr Howard.
I have had a cough all week, I noticed it last Wednesday when I was in Ward 1 for treatment. I did mention it in passing, but no one was bothered by it. I didn't seem particularly unwell, so life carried on as usual.
After driving around the car park at St Johns for 20 minutes, stalking people as they walk back to their car, I got to the X-ray Department. When I arrived at the waiting area I found that all four seats were taken. I stood waiting, trying to look pathetic so that one of the sitting relatives would feel sorry for me and give me their seat. Eventually, a passing nurse took pity on me and told me I could wait in the general waiting area and they would come and get me when it was my turn.
By this time I genuinely was beginning to feel tired and a little rough, so I took her up on her offer and went to sit beside the expectant mums waiting for their ultrasound scans.
Sure enough, after a while, I was called back and taken in to a side room. The temperature in the room was warm. The radiologist talked me through the procedure and asked me for an arm, as they need to inject some contrast dye to show up on they scan better. First time round she could not find a vein so she tried the other arm. I was feeling more than a bit rough by this time, so she left me with a cup of cold water and went off to see what was holding things up.
Next thing I remember was water all over my trousers (no not that!), cup on the floor and feeling very cold and clammy. The radiologist came back into the room. I obviously looked like death warmed up because she immediately got a nurse to lie me on a trolley with my feet in the air. They were taking my temperature and blood pressure every two minutes. I think at this time my temperature was high and BP through the floor.
After half an hour or so I had recovered enough for them to take the scan and then I headed back home and went to bed.
I woke up mid afternoon feeling better. I went downstairs and watched some telly until the kids got home about 4.30. I went back to bed and slept for an hour or so. When I awoke I felt as if I was on fire. I dragged myself to the desk beside the bed and managed to find my thermometer.
When I took my temperature it was 37.7 - the amber threshold is 37.5 (two consecutive temperature readings is a red and means a visit to the hospital) so I began to get worried, although to be honest I wasn't really thinking straight.
Helen was due in from work so I waited for her. I dozed again until I heard the car on the drive. I found the thermometer again and too my temperature again. 38.2 this time. This was above the Red threshold (38.0 - Red alert - immediate call to the hospital, day or night).
Helen immediately called the on-call Oncologist who decided that I should go to St Johns where they would arrange for me to be admitted. Helen and the kids ran around collecting things for my stay in hospital while I sat, thick headed, feeling like an idiot.
We got to A & E where they knew nothing about us, so we sat in the general waiting area, with all the sick people. After about 15 minutes we were taken in to a side room where they went through some stuff with us. Again we waited, before they finally took us through to one of the treatment rooms.
This room was stiflingly hot (bearing in mind I had a raging fever at this point) and eventually Helen persuaded them to bring a fan in to cool the temperature down a bit. I think I was a bit delirious for some of the time, but when the fan was brought in I started to feel better almost immediately.
Blood was taken for analysis, along with continual blood pressure, temperature readings (temperature high and BP through the roof this time) and a chest x-ray. All this led them to decide that I had an infection in my lower respiratory tract.
It was decided that I should not be exposed to anyone else, as my immune system was reduced and my blood count was extremely low, so I was shunted off to a side room on one of the admission wards - my home for the next two days.
Again this room was hot, although this one had the advantage of a window, albeit one that could only open three inches. Another fan was brought out and started to cool the room down. I was plugged into a drip to hydrate me and then some industrial strength antibiotics were added to the mix. I am not sure which ones, although I believe they were specialised ones as my blood count was so low (below 3.0 is too ill for chemo - mine got down as low as 0.35, I believe).
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