Hi everyone.
Oh dear, my stress levels yesterday hit an all time high! Hubby rang 999 for an ambulance.
About 11 ish I felt a bit nauseous and thought my blood sugar must`ve dropped, as it often does mid morning. So I ate a sweet pear.
Then I felt dizzy and thought it was one of my menopausal spells. These have been going on for 10 years and were reducing a lot.
But then the dizziness worsened and my hands and legs were all trembly. Next I felt as if I was going to empty my bowels, so I told hubby. He said to get me to the loo, via my Tina Turner thingy. I couldnt stand, my head was all over the place. I said to get me onto the bed. He said how when I couldnt even get my sling on, as my head was flopping down.
I was fully conscious and knew what was happening to me. I got to the side of my bed and told hubby to take the arm of my wheeelie off, raise my bed to be level with it and roll me onto the bed. It worked well, except I was on my front and my arm was trapped.
Then my breathing was all over the place. My arms were shaking and my whole buddy was buzzing. I had no chest pain, so I knew it wasnt a heart attack, which hubby feared. he asked if I wanted an ambulance and I said yes.
It seemed forever before they arrived…was actually 20 minutes…a very long 20 mins.
My breathing was panting and loud, my arms jumped even more.My hands felt like sponge.
When the paramedics arrived they came into the bedroom, one said Oh dear The other said, Oh shes fitting, in a very calm way. I said No I am not. My brain is fully alert. They said Oh, shes with us. They got me over onto my back and eventually my breathing came calmer and the arms stopped jumping. But my insides were really buzzing.
One para looked at me and I said, before she did, This is a panic attack, isnt it? She nodded and said I was in control of my breathing myself. They took my BP and it was perfect…146 over 82. My oxygen level was 100% and my sugar level was good.
They asked what I was anxious about. I told them about the hospital striking me off and about the spc op next week, and I still had no paperwork. They said I should let my gp sort it all out as it is her job not mine!
They filled in a big yellow sheet and asked me to sign it to say I didnt want to go to A & E. I said You havent asked me yet!` She said I would be more stressed if I went there! I didnt want to go anyway.
I rang my morning carer and she came straight back to put me to bed. Hubby went to the GP with all my neuro letters and the secretary said she doubted that the last neuro I saw, would want to see me so soon after the last appointment on 26th Oct 2012. She believed they had made a mistake with the date of my next appt this year.
My hubby refused to let me take the blame for the whole debacle. The secretary made a call and i was re-instated on the neuro list and I was given a new appt for Nov this year!
Then my carer rang the hospital re my pre op assessment and was given a date for that…this afternoon!
I still havent got a letter re the actual op yet…and it`s next Thursday!
So there you have it, my friends.
All this rubbish has left me feeling totally rung out and very very fragile.
luv Pollxx
