Warning. Don't do as I do. I'm pig headed, grumpy and somewhat eccentric. You aren't me. You don't know why I get this, nor have my knowledge about my body. If you get similar symptoms, it's 999, 112 or 911 immediately. For your info, all those numbers will work in the UK.
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No, I didn't go to hospital. For a lot of reasons, I hate the places. Nothing to do with the staff, who, with a few exceptions in the past, have been marvellous. I reached a deal with both the hospital and my GP Practice years ago that the Practice would take over my care, and it works very well.
Well, I did after a, er.... strongly worded discussion.. (no, I don't swear). I ask lots of questions and negotiate my own care package because that's the kind of chap I am. NHS Hospitals aren't used to that. I can't see any advantage to being an object that gets shoved from pillar to post and forces me into the floppy ambiguity of their one size fits all system. Most peeps can put up with that, I can't. Didn't help that a Consultant said "This isn't a private hospital y'know, you'll do as you are told".
Oops! :)
There are rules though that are common-sense. If I have a stroke where the major symptoms last more than a couple of hours, my family dial triple 9, even if they have to gag me. Which probably explains the duck tape in the bedroom drawer. Honest.
This last one was a close one though, I have to admit. Bear awoke at 3 am to find me convulsing, which is a new one. Right sided paralysis, slurred speech and facial paralysis when I came around. Don't mind admitting even I was worried for a while, but I got the stupid body working reasonably within the deadline, and I have another Docs appointment in a couple of days.
I'm still grumpy aren't I?
I'm still grumpy aren't I?
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