I have settled into the routine. Each Monday, Wednesday and Friday evening I get dropped off at 6pm for a 4 hour session of dialysis. At a time which varies but is usually between 10:30pm and 11:30pm I get picked up and go home to sleep. Those of you who are mathematically minded will notice … Continue reading Matter of Routine
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Infection
I have been admitted to MKUH following a bout of gastroenteritis which left me feeling very unwell. It possibly started on Monday when my Tesier Line became very sore. The first symptoms came Wednesday when during dialysis I suddenly became extremely cold and started shivering uncontrollably. This lasted quite a while and led to body … Continue reading Infection
Sudden Change of Plan
Following a phone call this morning and in view of my health Dialysis is starting today! A two hour session from 2:30pm to get me started. Then we go from there!
Fistula
Yesterday I travelled to Oxfordshire to the town of Banbury. The purpose of the journey was to undergo an operation on my arm to create a Fistula. The first stage of a process which will lead to Dialysis. The past couple of weeks have been challenging as I have come to terms with the magnitude … Continue reading Fistula
Washed Out
A reflection on the past few days
The Boy in the Bed
In a ward of grumpy old men there was one who was much younger. Almost half my age (a little over 30) but looking half of even this. Severely disabled he did not speak, face mask to aid breathing up often removed with deliberate yet uncontrolled hands. Whatever his needs they were mental and physical … Continue reading The Boy in the Bed
āOut of the Blueā
Itās been over three years since my last post. I have remained in good health, survived Covid unscathed and been doubly vaccinated. Held down a full-time teaching job. I have continued to have bimonthly haematology consultations and twice yearly renal consultations together with associated blood tests. Everything has been stable until this week ā¦. My … Continue reading āOut of the Blueā
It never rains…
It never rains but it pours. This English idiom describes the fact that just when you think it can't get worse something else comes along to make you re-evaluate your thinking. Such has been the past 48 hours or so.
NHS
I am lucky to live in the U.K. - American friends have told me that if they were in my position then the treatment I have received would have bankrupted their families. Even my limited time in Kenya over the Easter weekend showed me just how expensive health care can be. A weekend of testing … Continue reading NHS
Cuts!
I have resisted writing this one -but it has to be done. I have commented a number of times about the dedicated nursing staff here and the care they are giving- they work approximately 13 hour shifts and most of it non-stop. The outbreak of Noro-Virus here this week has not helped as people are … Continue reading Cuts!
Hellish Nights
The nights have been a bit hellish hear in hospital. The staff are lovely and I cannot fault their dedication and kindness - day or night. Early in my stay I picked up a tummy bug - Noro Virus and truthfully this probably was the straw that broke the camels back in regard to my … Continue reading Hellish Nights
Yoyo Blood
I've never liked looking at blood - I can cope with needles but blood extraction is a nightmare - yet I have had to endure daily blood tests and continuous stabbing. My arms look like a heroine addict there are so many puncture holes. All this has been the result of my blood contents and … Continue reading Yoyo Blood
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