Hello everyone! My first major trip of the year and I didn’t think it would be to the hospital that’s for sure. I just wanted to give a little update post on why the silence for the blog or maybe why I haven’t published your comment/returned it. Apologies in advance for the formatting, I’m writing this on mobile.
How to word this really? I’ll try and make it short! On Thursday the 11th (after the funeral of my Grandad on the Monday) I was carrying soil home ready for the veggie season (and because Homebase don’t deliver soil! Urgh) and I ended up injuring my neck. I couldn’t turn it left, right, up or down. The next day I woke up with a headache. Cue 4 days later (Sunday) I lost my vision for a while, called 111 and was admitted to hospital. I’m not usually a headachey person. I don’t suffer with them, that’s why I gave in calling them after a few days.
It’s now a few days later, I’ve had all sorts of tests, medicine and scans. My most traumatising experience so far being the 45 minute claustrophobic MRI scan!
As of two hours ago, I got some scary news. The first being that I have ripped a blood vessel in the left side of my neck (where I injured it!) and I am now at high risk of a stroke. They’re going to administer injections into my stomach for a while before giving me tablets to take for 6 months. I’ll be moved to the stroke ward shortly.
Which leads me to my second problem (yep!) I also received the news that I have some deposits behind my eyes. The doctors are strongly suspecting Idiopathic intracranial hypertension (in short, head pressure) which could eventually lead to a tumour and/or blindness. Either this evening or tomorrow, the docs will be taking fluid from my spine and the process of checking out my eyes and such begins.
Truthfully, I’m devastated. I’m currently going through this alone, as no visitors are permitted to the wards because of Covid. My mum has been dropping off stuff for me and then having to leave straight away. Thank goodness for smart phones too. I’ve got my fair share of stories so far. I’ve met an 80 year old granny called Mary who thought she was part of the local mafia and wouldn’t hesitate to smack you in the mouth. I also met someone who accused me of stealing her bed/slippers and then eating them! Just last night someone threw a jug of water at me too (I think they thought I was breaking in their house when getting into bed)
So yeah! That’s it so far. I’ve just been told I’ll be in here minimum a week, so I’m sure I’ll have more stories to tell. Maybe I’ll do a post like “stories from the ward” will update you all shortly!