It's been a while since I last wrote here.
A lot has happened in the last few months.
I've had a couple of syays in hospital this year already.
I first went to Queens Hospital Christmas Day and was sent home with meds which didnt help and I got worse.
Then on 27th December I was rushed into RESUS at Queens Hospital with a chest infection, C.O.P.D flare-up, Pneumonia, I also had too much fluid around my heart 🫀and lungs 🫁that had to be drained as the fluid was stopping me from breathing properly, I was sent home after a couple of days without care and no-one around to help me. I really struggled on my own as I could hardly walk because I felt so weak and breathless, I kept being vomiting and diarrhoea everything I ate or drank went right through me, I literally hated foods and fluids. It was really scary and I thought the worst.
The first person I saw was a community nurse 3 weeks later, all she done was BP and blood sugars.
Then I had to call paramedics as I was getting worse who phoned 111 to get new meds, which I thought had done the trick...Not!
Then, I went along to the Hub in. Hornchurch, they put a canula in my hand and took blood, BP and blood sugars. I was told I've to go back next day to have fluids as I was dehydrated. I went back next day. The Dr wS was talking to me but I couldn't take in what she was saying, I'm glad my friend Ross was with me she understood what the Dr said. I said can I go home now, Dr said no you've got to go to hospital. I couldnt believe I had to go to hospital. I had to talk to 3 Dr's who told me they're keeping me in. Apparently, I was very ill. I had to many white blood cells, my potassium was very low, blood sugars was sky high, plus i had SEPSIS.
They gave me loads of meds, tablets, and meds in IV. I couldnt believe what was happening.
I had a couple of visitors while I was in hospital, my friend Ross who has stuck by me all the time bless her, and my friend Veronica from church who also visited me a few times at home.Veronica came a couple of times with her husband Simon who gave me communion. They also brought me a get well card with everyone's name one which I thought was so sweet.
SAD NEWS:
Bert my ex-husband passed away 3rd February he was 75 years of age. I knew he was dying for quite a while bless him. Even though I knew this day was coming it was such a shock. He was at my home in the morning, he left me at 2:15pm and was gone at 4:15pm. He had a cardiac arrest. His funeral was 10th March. R.I.P. Bert
Your forever in my heart
Love you loads.
