Following on from my last post, I was in hospital for 3 weeks. Yes, 3 long weeks! To start with my consultant didn't want me to go home as I was "too unstable" and was desperately trying to sort out the sub cut bricanyl infusion. But the NHS being the NHS, nothing is straightforward and there were all kinds of complications and hurdles to jump. Then I got a chest infection so couldn't start the sub cut anyway. After a week of IV antibiotics, my lungs settled down enough for my consultant to let me go home with the anticipation that we'd do the sub cut trial soon..... I've been out of hospital for 5 weeks now, and everything is finally set up for me to start the sub cut next week! Unfortunately I've picked up a cold and have a stressful few days ahead of me, so I need these lungs to remain stable and not throw a tantrum before next week.
I saw my GP not long after I'd been discharged. He said (and I quote as these words are stuck in my head) "the trouble with you, Dawn, is that you're going to die one day". He went onto say that I think I'm ok when I'm not, when I should be seeking help. I disagreed - I don't think I'm ok, I know I'm not ok, but what am I supposed to do? I can't go into hospital until I need to be in hospital!
Anyway, I'm still not back at work. The Occupational Health doctor I've been seeing for years has retired so I had to see the new consultant. He seems to be of the opinion that I'm a delicate little flower who can't even push a bed. He has recommended redeployment on medical grounds, but again, in the NHS nothing is straightforward or sorted out quickly!