You really don’t want to know 🙁 but i think i’m over the worst, at least the painkillers sort of kill the pain now. Still look like i’ve got mumps though.
Some doctors have such rubbish bedside manner. I went to the drop-in emergency place last night and this bloke looked in my throat, didn’t say a word to me, then dialled a phone number. I heard him ask for “emergency ENT” so i said “ummm… are you sending me somewhere i’m not going to like?”
“What don’t you like?”
“Hmm.. hospitals, dentists, needles…”
“You are going to hate it.”
Hmmm.. right. So then he has a conversation on the phone, then says to me “did you get the gist of that?”
So i asked him if he could actually tell me what is wrong “You have a throat abcess, its turning really nasty, you’ll have to be put out so they can drain it. You’ll be in for a bit.”
Oh great. So on the way there, as i swear ALWAYS happens with the kids, it starts to improve a bit. (In fact, what each town really needs is a service where you just get in the car, go out to somewhere in the middle of the night, book in, then go home again.) I get to the hospital, wait a while, the doctor comes in, looks and decides its about to pop anyway and also tells me that the other doctor is misinformed as they do this under local, not actually an improved scenario imho. At which point he says rather quietly “go home, you and your baby are in much more danger here than at home. I don’t want you to have your baby in here, we have some bad infections.” And then of course the large quantity of “Keep infection out” signs, alcohol rubs and local new stories all click into place and Max and Josie hit the ground running while i totter behind.
Only this morning it was far worse again and i was struggling to breathe. And then i went out again to get someone to cut my head off and on the way home it popped.
And that, dear readers, is the polite and pus free version. (Debbie, different hospital.)
I’m completely disorientated now – i spent 2 hours last night trying to get my head round emergency surgery without actually thinking about it head on, then it didn’t happen, then i got better, then i go worse and now i feel like someone has turned me up by my toenail and shaken out my loose change. Not to mention my brain. Ye gads.
