bike crash part 11
Apr. 20th, 2023 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lprovenPart 11...
(Link to previous instalment:
https://facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10159073691646691&id=608866690 )
I was getting pretty desperate last night, as you could tell. The effort of sitting up and making some calls destroyed me. My health took a steep turn for the worse yesterday afternoon as a result, after spending a couple of hours trying to find another hospital on my own.
This morning I tried again myself. The consultant in charge, Mr Ian Wright, I've not seen since Sunday I think. Mr Raj was more obliging. He'd refer me if I requested, including to Belfast. I took this up with the ward sister and her manager. They were not impressed and warned me that if I did this the NHS might refuse to pay.
Anyway. That little meeting, in an office, wore me out again and I collapsed back into bed, too weak to talk. Jana tried calling me but I could hardly even speak, and couldn't hold my phone up to my ear.
The hospital staff didn't believe me or care. 1 doctor ordered a blood work up, but the instruction got lost. The other 2 attending said yes there was a 3rd Dr present but refused to check the records of what he requested, or who it was.
Last night my mum came up and today Jana did. They were both really shocked what they saw & I think between them, and the actions of Dr Heidi Heidi they persuaded the hospital to airlift me. The air ambulance team were initially unimpressed too, and thought I was tired or over emotional. But they changed their mind. Not sure why. But they decided to fly me.
Jana Štůlová helped me wash my face and put on a T shirt. She put shoes and socks on my feet. Result: the hospital transfer coordinator said I looked well enough to take a scheduled flight to her. I was very afraid they'd cancel it but they didn't.
So, it happened, after 6 days of waiting. I was flown to Liverpool a few hours ago. I got ambulanced to Aintree University Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust.
I am shattered -- literally as well as metaphorically -- but I'm in a side room off Ward 4. I've not even tried to eat yet and clutched a vomit bag all the way here. Thought I'd puke in the 1st ambulance but didn't quite.
I am weak and shaking but conscious.
The bad arm hurts and feels hot, and I have slight pins and needles in the middle fingers. I hope this was in time.
Heidi tells me I'm scheduled for surgery on Saturday. Sooner would be good but hey maybe I'll get some dinner tonight.
(Link to previous instalment:
https://facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10159073691646691&id=608866690 )
I was getting pretty desperate last night, as you could tell. The effort of sitting up and making some calls destroyed me. My health took a steep turn for the worse yesterday afternoon as a result, after spending a couple of hours trying to find another hospital on my own.
This morning I tried again myself. The consultant in charge, Mr Ian Wright, I've not seen since Sunday I think. Mr Raj was more obliging. He'd refer me if I requested, including to Belfast. I took this up with the ward sister and her manager. They were not impressed and warned me that if I did this the NHS might refuse to pay.
Anyway. That little meeting, in an office, wore me out again and I collapsed back into bed, too weak to talk. Jana tried calling me but I could hardly even speak, and couldn't hold my phone up to my ear.
The hospital staff didn't believe me or care. 1 doctor ordered a blood work up, but the instruction got lost. The other 2 attending said yes there was a 3rd Dr present but refused to check the records of what he requested, or who it was.
Last night my mum came up and today Jana did. They were both really shocked what they saw & I think between them, and the actions of Dr Heidi Heidi they persuaded the hospital to airlift me. The air ambulance team were initially unimpressed too, and thought I was tired or over emotional. But they changed their mind. Not sure why. But they decided to fly me.
Jana Štůlová helped me wash my face and put on a T shirt. She put shoes and socks on my feet. Result: the hospital transfer coordinator said I looked well enough to take a scheduled flight to her. I was very afraid they'd cancel it but they didn't.
So, it happened, after 6 days of waiting. I was flown to Liverpool a few hours ago. I got ambulanced to Aintree University Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust.
I am shattered -- literally as well as metaphorically -- but I'm in a side room off Ward 4. I've not even tried to eat yet and clutched a vomit bag all the way here. Thought I'd puke in the 1st ambulance but didn't quite.
I am weak and shaking but conscious.
The bad arm hurts and feels hot, and I have slight pins and needles in the middle fingers. I hope this was in time.
Heidi tells me I'm scheduled for surgery on Saturday. Sooner would be good but hey maybe I'll get some dinner tonight.
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Date: 2023-04-20 07:11 pm (UTC)