A&E 4

Obviously I have things I want to write about about Scottish Independence. Obviously. A lot has happened. But... 

To stop this becoming just another Indy blog, how about I write about my recent adventures with a chronic headache, a trip to A&E in an ambulance, and a CT scan? 

The story begins about two weeks ago when out of the blue my head starts to hurt. Not a usual headache either, but a hall of white light in behind my eye. It is probably the worst headache I'd ever had, but I shrugged it off thinking it would go away like most of my head aches. However, two weeks later it is still here, so that's worrying. 

The next day I call the doctor to see if they could sort me out. This was fine - did a few tests on my cognition and eyesight but was told to see if anything got worse. That night, I was slurring my words and foggy, so Connie argued that it could be much worse so I spoke with the GP again and arranged for some hard core pain medication and a scan of my brainbox to confirm that I was truly mental. 

The pain killers took the edge off (thanks codine) but at the weekend things took a turn for the worse, so I called the out of hours service to see if I could see the on-call GP. After a few questions they say they are sending an ambulance.  

That's right - I got a trip to the West Cumberland in an ambulance for headaches. It was because they couldn't discharge me once if been seen, not being doctors, and my blood pressure was elevated. After waiting three hours alone Connie joined me with Etta and I was finally seen, to be told it was probably fine.  

The next morning I was in a lot of pain again, so forced my scan through and was seen on Wednesday. CT scan are comically quick and quite painless - I was in the department for probably 2 minutes total. I'm still waiting on the results from this, however, and my headaches are still as strong.  

So basically that's the story of my first brush with the NHS having to deal with a sick me, not anyone else, and I have been impressed. Obviously I'm still worried there is something more serious up with my brain, but I'm still to see the GP about the scan.  

What it does remind me how much I take for granted my pain-free and illness free life for granted - I'm floored by headaches! Connie has gone through pain like it every day of her life basically, and I can't even handle a few weeks of pain. I need to start taking better care of myself and, hopefully, this isn't a life or death thing and just undiagnoseable headaches, but it still has reminded me it doesn't take much to get sick and get pulled down.