THE WEEK FROM HELL

Well as you all know, I was admitted into A&E on Friday 25th Sept. as my blood pressure had dropped to dangerous low levels. I had various tests including a CT scan. Candy was told different reasons of what was wrong with me. Including – Having a minor heart attack, TIA (mini-stroke), sepsis, and the best one, having a blockage in my stomach. I was transferred into ward 37 for the night and I was given anti-biotics and had some bloods taken. Saturday I was transferred again to another ward (34) where they placed me out of the way and at the end of the corridor in a corner room, at this point I had no idea what ward I was actually on. I had 3 canula’s put in my arms, and I met my Consultant, Dr. Miranda Tay. The stupid bitch turned around and said that I was morbidly obese and I have a blockage in my stomach from the results of my CT scan. I explained that the size of my tummy is due to my lymphedema which what also caused my legs to be amputated, she scoffed at that and said it was down to my weight and my diabetes. She then gave me three laxatives to take, twice a day. And then that is when the shitstorm of 2020 started! For the next 5 days, I was given 3 laxatives, twice a day and my bowels opened up everywhere on my bed, dozens of times a day, the nurses came in eventually and roughly cleaned me up, but I was also getting fecal matter on my exposed stumps. I demanded them to be cleaned and wrapped up. I hardly ate any food or drank anything as it was all hurting me. I did have 2 hypos, 2.7 and 3.4 on my blood sugar scale. Which was scary for me. The nurses had trouble getting blood out of me, both my arms are covered in bruises and track marks. They only succeeded twice in getting blood but my veins were too thin. I was getting fed up having to wait to be cleaned, and we are talking up to an hour laying in my own diarrhea! But the last straw for me was Wednesday morning at 4 am. My assblaster went off and I buzzed for help and buzzed. I ended up stewing in my own filth for THREE AND A HALF HOURS, laying on my back and I could not move. I was pissed off and very tired. I did discharge myself later that day but I had to stay another day as they had some results back in. They told me that I was going to have another X-Ray, ICU was supposed to be putting in another canula in and I was also going to be getting more antibiotics. Nothing happened, nothing was done. Thursday I just thought I would be better off at home and safer, I spoke to my Doctor and she said that I would be putting my life at risk and she would wash her hands of me and refuse to give me any help or antibiotics. I asked about being an out-patient, which “they do not do” and I said I don’t think I was blocked anymore due to all of the pooping, she touched my tummy and said that I still had a blockage and need to stay another 7 days taking the laxatives. I said no, as I was not getting any care for my stumps and I hated laying in my crap. She did say that she could get some bloods out of me but failed, I said to her that I thought you were an expert. Her reply back to me was that she’s only Human, for which I replied that’s weird as I thought you were a doctor. She then threatened to cut open my veins with a knife to bleed me and she walked out. Fuck it, that’s it. I needed to go home, Candy came up to rescue me and we will work all of this out ourselves. It also turns out that the ward I was in were short staffed, and I was actually on the Orthapedic ward full of old people and the doctor’s specialist area is in elderly care. No one knew how to wrap up my stumps and I was not getting cared for. Most of the nurses were very wonderful but stressed out, one nurse I made friends with, quit her job as she was fed up. And told me how bad the ward is and does not know why I was dumped there as it’s the wrong place for me to be on. I had no faith in the Doctor there, one moment they said I had an infection, then they said all of my blood markers were normal, then they dropped the “it may have been a contaminated sample and a false positive”, so that wasn’t very reassuring either! I’ve been told about 6 different things that are wrong with me but nothing has been confirmed, and they refused to do any more tests. I'm not out of the woods yet. I'm still ill but I had to discharge myself against medical advice for my own safety and menta/physical wellbeing. I was in hell for a week. I'm strong but not that strong. Candy will chase up my GP on Monday for my results of my blood cultures. And help from the community nurses, etc.