Hey everybody. I’m back and on the mend hopefully.
Thank you so much for all the concern and wishes and to Deblet for the surprise visit and treat!
Two days before the World Cup started I was still self-medicating what I thought was just the yearly cold we all get. On opening ceremony day I felt worse than ever and decided to go to my GP. She diagnosed chest infection and gave a me script and off I went. I had been feeling exceptionally tired,short of breath and I had this constant wheeze/rattle in my throat though and was not coping too well. I had to use one of my couch pillows to sleep up against. No ways could I lay down and sleep. Once the meds were finished I felt even kacker and called GP who said give it a day or two then call me again.
On Thursday 17 June, I started coughing up pleghm but it was more hacking and hurling than cough. At 10 that night on my umpteenth trip to the loo to hack and hurl, I just passed out. Scary. Luckily I passed out just as I was leaving our room so DH heard me go down. I was very afraid then and insisted on going to our local hospital. By the time we got to the hospital I was hyperventilating because I couldn’t breathe properly and because of the shock of falling. Get to ER and they take one look at me and declare me insane in their minds.
I get asked all sorts of Pscyh questions and if I’ve had any ‘episodes’ before and how often I have episodes etc. Am I anxious about anything, Blah Blah.
They give me two pilletjies onder die tong and said- see you’re all better now! I said of course I’m all better now, you’ve sedated me. Doesn’t mean you’ve figured out why I’m not able to breathe properly.
They took blood and called me the Friday morning to come for an X-ray as the blood work came back with a high marker for clots. Finally, I thought, we’re getting somewhere. We do the X-ray and no clots according to them. Throw more antibiotics at me and sends me home.
The next Tuesday when the antibiotics are done again I still feel like the dog’s backside and decide to go back to my GP. She then decides I have acute bronchitis and back to the pharmacy with a script as long as my arm. On Saturday 26 June all the meds are finished and I have another asthma like attack and my entire chest is heaving with a simple breath. Decide to go to another hospital’s ER -maybe they would do better…