I felt a bit "shoogly" this morning, but made it to the Day Hospital. As soon as I had sat down, one of the Staff nurses came over and asked me how I was. So, I told her.
She referred me to the physio in the first instance . This was a very productive session. She told me that if anything like that happened again that Imust call for a doctor as I ought to be seen in hospital.
After that, she said we would "take it easy" this session. After the first exercise, I said that her idea of "take it easy" was rather different from mine. After about 1/2 way through she must have seen how tired I was, so she walked me back to the ward. The physio wanted to see my bruising, which somewhat shocked her
Next was round to the doctor who stripped my top half and checked over all my bruises. She felt that the ones one my left arm looked more like impact injuries than carpet burns. I reckoned that must have been from when I fell into the shower. She referred me for a chest x-ray and for an ECG as well as having my temp, pulse, blood pressure and oxygen sats , All were carried out apart from the x-ray. Well done all. Brilliant organisation.
The sad part of the day was that A.was not there.
Cut short before it began.
At my age, it is difficult to find a man who is likable, not married and reasonably mobile.
Home to find my telephone sending out an incredibly loud alarm. Eventually I traced this to the new phone. No idea what cause, but unplugged it from the mains - instant silence. Shortly after, I replaced the phone on the cradle.
Tea tonight:
Homemade cream of mushroom soup, French toast. rhubarb and ice cream.
I think that is enough to satisfy the nutritionists......
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Reminiscences
Some days at the Day Hospital there are gaps, occasionally long ones, when you have no appointments This is how I have managed to do so much reading.
Yesterday I had planned to populate the new handheld with address data.
However.
On arrival I was served with tea and biscuit.
Before I had even finished the tea, the doctor came and asked me to go and see her. She carried my cup of tea, bless her. She was very pleased to see how much improved I was on the previous week, and admitted that she had been quite worried about me. We had a chat and she examined my chest, saying that it was clear and told me that I would be having a repeat x-ray in 3 weeks.
No sooner had I sat down and put in about 3 names and addresses when it was the turn of the Occupational Therapist. 4 of us went along to the OT room for Reminiscence Therapy. Now, I was always an intellectual snob and could never see myself taking part in such a thing.
She produced a box of black and white photographs, about 9 ins x 5 and produced them one at a time. The lady opposite me was handed each one first, then it was passed round and reached me last. (Just as well it was in this order as it gave the others a chance!)
There were some I didn't know (such as Sylvia Peters - a very early announcer on British TV), but most I recognised. What was particularly good was that, after a photograph had been identified, memories were triggered. I thought the Coronation was in 1952, but that was the year King George 6th died and Princess Elizabeth became Queen. Many had seen the Coronation on television, but I remembered being taken with the school to the cinema to see two films "A Queen is Crowned" and "The Ascent of Everest".
A photograph of Marylin Monroe provoked memories of the Kennedies, and Chappaquiddick and so on as well as her 2 marriages - to Joe Di Maggio and Arthur Miller. It also led on to another photograph of Maria Callas. It all interrelated. The time just flew past.
And then it was lunchtime.
I had barely sat down after lunch to do some more data entry when the Physiotherapist arrived to do some more work with me.
A little more work then Sister came to discuss the visit I had had that morning with the Doctor.
And then it was home.......
I had bought a protective case for my last handheld, but it did not fit my new one. I was reluctant to shell out for another one, but found an elegant substitute.
When TBSITW and I were on holiday in Switzerland she bought me a very pretty soft spectacle case , white with little eidelweiss all over.
It holds my new handheld perfectly.
Thank you TBSITW.
Yesterday I had planned to populate the new handheld with address data.
However.
On arrival I was served with tea and biscuit.
Before I had even finished the tea, the doctor came and asked me to go and see her. She carried my cup of tea, bless her. She was very pleased to see how much improved I was on the previous week, and admitted that she had been quite worried about me. We had a chat and she examined my chest, saying that it was clear and told me that I would be having a repeat x-ray in 3 weeks.
No sooner had I sat down and put in about 3 names and addresses when it was the turn of the Occupational Therapist. 4 of us went along to the OT room for Reminiscence Therapy. Now, I was always an intellectual snob and could never see myself taking part in such a thing.
She produced a box of black and white photographs, about 9 ins x 5 and produced them one at a time. The lady opposite me was handed each one first, then it was passed round and reached me last. (Just as well it was in this order as it gave the others a chance!)
There were some I didn't know (such as Sylvia Peters - a very early announcer on British TV), but most I recognised. What was particularly good was that, after a photograph had been identified, memories were triggered. I thought the Coronation was in 1952, but that was the year King George 6th died and Princess Elizabeth became Queen. Many had seen the Coronation on television, but I remembered being taken with the school to the cinema to see two films "A Queen is Crowned" and "The Ascent of Everest".
A photograph of Marylin Monroe provoked memories of the Kennedies, and Chappaquiddick and so on as well as her 2 marriages - to Joe Di Maggio and Arthur Miller. It also led on to another photograph of Maria Callas. It all interrelated. The time just flew past.
And then it was lunchtime.
I had barely sat down after lunch to do some more data entry when the Physiotherapist arrived to do some more work with me.
A little more work then Sister came to discuss the visit I had had that morning with the Doctor.
And then it was home.......
I had bought a protective case for my last handheld, but it did not fit my new one. I was reluctant to shell out for another one, but found an elegant substitute.
When TBSITW and I were on holiday in Switzerland she bought me a very pretty soft spectacle case , white with little eidelweiss all over.
It holds my new handheld perfectly.
Thank you TBSITW.
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Re-approaching Normality
Yesterday was another day at the Day Hospital. I always offer my neighbour my pen to fill in her menu (she still does not have one!) Virtue brings its own reward as she encouraged me somewhat forcefully to get up and go over to the the table for lunch. There were 3 tables for ladies and 3 for men.
At the last moment, one poor lady came up, but there were no seats left at the ladies' tables, so she had to sit with the men.
I knew there were a lot of people there but had not realised that possible consequence.
It must have been a bit boring for her as 'men talk' as different from 'women talk'.
I had a good going over with the physiotherapist, working not only on building up muscle strength, but also balance. She has a special balance mat, about 3 foot by 2 foot 6inches and 4 inches deep.
These measurements are guesstimates, you understand.
I call it an instrument of torture as I find it very difficult to balance on it. Good for me.
This morning the doctor's surgery called to ask me to come in on Monday for a blood test and a blood pressure check (there you are, they do read the discharge letter!)
With my appetite coming back, I fancied some potted haugh (don't ask) and phoned the butcher to ask if he had any in. Yes.
I then phoned the taxi firm to ask if I could have a taxi to the bottom of the High Street, to wait while I went to the butcher and to bring me home.
Yes.
So, I did it, although the short walk to the butcher was very hard and I was afraid of falling.
We won't mention the fact that the taxi cost more than the meat!
Can't wait to get an electric scooter.
At the last moment, one poor lady came up, but there were no seats left at the ladies' tables, so she had to sit with the men.
I knew there were a lot of people there but had not realised that possible consequence.
It must have been a bit boring for her as 'men talk' as different from 'women talk'.
I had a good going over with the physiotherapist, working not only on building up muscle strength, but also balance. She has a special balance mat, about 3 foot by 2 foot 6inches and 4 inches deep.
These measurements are guesstimates, you understand.
I call it an instrument of torture as I find it very difficult to balance on it. Good for me.
This morning the doctor's surgery called to ask me to come in on Monday for a blood test and a blood pressure check (there you are, they do read the discharge letter!)
With my appetite coming back, I fancied some potted haugh (don't ask) and phoned the butcher to ask if he had any in. Yes.
I then phoned the taxi firm to ask if I could have a taxi to the bottom of the High Street, to wait while I went to the butcher and to bring me home.
Yes.
So, I did it, although the short walk to the butcher was very hard and I was afraid of falling.
We won't mention the fact that the taxi cost more than the meat!
Can't wait to get an electric scooter.
Thursday, 19 February 2009
Medical Intervention
Well, I certainly got my money's worth out of the NHS today.
Off to the Day Hospital in a blouse and t-shirt, although I wore a long sleeved blouse to hide the fact that I was still wearing my long sleeved vest.
We always get greeted with a cup of tea, then I was gathered up by the physiotherapist and really put through my paces. Sadly she leaves us next week to go to the bigger hospital near by. Never mind, another will come along and take her place.
And probably put us through our paces in much the same manner!
Next up came the occupational therapist, who questioned me in depth. I found myself saying things I had been keeping to myself, like a quite severe loss of appetite and no interest in cooking. She has suggested I come and work in one of their kitchens. No bad thing, I think.
Later the doctor wanted to see me and said that the x ray when I was admitted showed a chest infection, so she promptly prescribed some antibiotics - and I had them in my hand as I left. I said I was having a bit of difficulty answering questions about "when did such and such happen" - and often giving a wrong answer, before remembering the correct one later.
She reckons the chest infection could be at the root of much of my recent problems.
Interesting.
Off to the Day Hospital in a blouse and t-shirt, although I wore a long sleeved blouse to hide the fact that I was still wearing my long sleeved vest.
We always get greeted with a cup of tea, then I was gathered up by the physiotherapist and really put through my paces. Sadly she leaves us next week to go to the bigger hospital near by. Never mind, another will come along and take her place.
And probably put us through our paces in much the same manner!
Next up came the occupational therapist, who questioned me in depth. I found myself saying things I had been keeping to myself, like a quite severe loss of appetite and no interest in cooking. She has suggested I come and work in one of their kitchens. No bad thing, I think.
Later the doctor wanted to see me and said that the x ray when I was admitted showed a chest infection, so she promptly prescribed some antibiotics - and I had them in my hand as I left. I said I was having a bit of difficulty answering questions about "when did such and such happen" - and often giving a wrong answer, before remembering the correct one later.
She reckons the chest infection could be at the root of much of my recent problems.
Interesting.
Friday, 9 January 2009
Consequences
Thursday was a day of doing nothing apart from confirming my move to another (closer) physiotherapy class: this has a big advantage in being able to arrange ambulance transport.
Today I phoned Motability to change the appointment for them to come and take away my car - now it is the same day, but an afternoon appointment (ie between 1 and 5 pm).
I also had a telephone consultation with my GP when she agreed that two of my medications might have inter-acted causing my recent bout of ill health. She has increased the dose of one medication and left the dose of the other unchanged.
Fingers crossed. She has also booked me in for a telephone appointment in 4 weeks time.
I happened to meet one of my friends here and we have arranged that we will walk together to Church on Sunday. The only downside here is that I will have to go the early service where there is no choir.
But beggars can't be choosers.
Today I phoned Motability to change the appointment for them to come and take away my car - now it is the same day, but an afternoon appointment (ie between 1 and 5 pm).
I also had a telephone consultation with my GP when she agreed that two of my medications might have inter-acted causing my recent bout of ill health. She has increased the dose of one medication and left the dose of the other unchanged.
Fingers crossed. She has also booked me in for a telephone appointment in 4 weeks time.
I happened to meet one of my friends here and we have arranged that we will walk together to Church on Sunday. The only downside here is that I will have to go the early service where there is no choir.
But beggars can't be choosers.
Saturday, 29 November 2008
A busy Friday
Yesterday I got up after another fitful night and went for my doctor’s appointment. When I told her about the pain and sleeplessness she has upped the dose of one of the tablets I am taking and to see how that does. If it doesn’t improve things, I have just to call her and she will try another, but similar, drug. She is reluctant to introduce something completely new. I am not surprised when I consider the list of drugs I am on. I asked if she wanted to issue all my repeats as they would be up for renewal just before Christmas.
Done.
So, off I went to the pharmacy next door and waited for a short while to pick up my carrier bag full.
Back home, and shortly after, my two cleaning ladies arrived. On top of leaving everything sparkling, one changed a light bulb in the bedroom and put back a number of photograph albums.
Home made soup for lunch, and then I forced myself upright and took the two remaining loads of washing downstairs. After the first load was done and into the tumble drier, I put on the second load then came upstairs to join some of the ladies for a cup of tea and a biscuit.
Not to mention a chat!
Following that all I had to do was collect the first load, now dry and bring the second load (3 jumpers) back upstairs to dry flat.
When I came home on Thursday I found a letter addressed to Grandma Moot at my correct address. I am known as Grandma Mammouth by my grandchildren as I always used to pop over to France and shop there when I lived in the south of England. The oldest grandchild was then quite young and he shortened it to Grandma Moot. Bet it gave the postman a giggle.
Inside was a beautiful thank you letter with apologies because it was late as he and the family had been moving house
Done.
So, off I went to the pharmacy next door and waited for a short while to pick up my carrier bag full.
Back home, and shortly after, my two cleaning ladies arrived. On top of leaving everything sparkling, one changed a light bulb in the bedroom and put back a number of photograph albums.
Home made soup for lunch, and then I forced myself upright and took the two remaining loads of washing downstairs. After the first load was done and into the tumble drier, I put on the second load then came upstairs to join some of the ladies for a cup of tea and a biscuit.
Not to mention a chat!
Following that all I had to do was collect the first load, now dry and bring the second load (3 jumpers) back upstairs to dry flat.
When I came home on Thursday I found a letter addressed to Grandma Moot at my correct address. I am known as Grandma Mammouth by my grandchildren as I always used to pop over to France and shop there when I lived in the south of England. The oldest grandchild was then quite young and he shortened it to Grandma Moot. Bet it gave the postman a giggle.
Inside was a beautiful thank you letter with apologies because it was late as he and the family had been moving house
Saturday, 1 November 2008
A Happy Bunny
Yesterday was a busy day. The first appointment was the doctor. Now that my swollen face has resolved completely since stopping the blood pressure tablet, she took my blood pressure and it was up a bit even in that short time. So it is a new tablet and a return appointment in a month.
The second appointment was with the dental hygienist.
Fear and trepidation.
She is really a very nice girl. Anyway she offered me an injection before the treatment. Now, I am the biggest feardie you ever met, but I hate injections in the mouth. So we reached a deal; we would try without, but if I was unhappy at any time she would stop and give me an injection.
However, it was not too bad at all and certainly not as bad as I had feared. Even more so it was not as bad as an injection. So she scraped off what felt like 2 weeks dinners, then used the water spray to clean in under the gums. When it was all over she injected cortisol gel in under the gums and into a rather nasty hole.
Sadly she is leaving to go to a private practice. I am sorry to see her go.
After that I went off to visit TBSITW and be introduced to her very lively Springer Spaniel. She is delightful and the two dogs seem to be settling in well together (or at least happily chasing each other around!)
They have now (on a temporary basis) acquired a hedgehog, found captured in a squirrel trap. When I visited, he was settled in a cardboard box with shredded paper and some water. He seems quite lively. Of course, he will be released back into the wild.
I really enjoyed home made chicken soup and home made bread. It was also good to see Le Chef again. TBSITW picked some spinach for me and Le Chef got some potatoes for me so I can make spinach soup.
Today I managed 2 loads of washing and then this afternoon I have made spinach soup. I have whizzed it and put some into a container for freezing when it has cooled.
I am a happy bunny.
The second appointment was with the dental hygienist.
Fear and trepidation.
She is really a very nice girl. Anyway she offered me an injection before the treatment. Now, I am the biggest feardie you ever met, but I hate injections in the mouth. So we reached a deal; we would try without, but if I was unhappy at any time she would stop and give me an injection.
However, it was not too bad at all and certainly not as bad as I had feared. Even more so it was not as bad as an injection. So she scraped off what felt like 2 weeks dinners, then used the water spray to clean in under the gums. When it was all over she injected cortisol gel in under the gums and into a rather nasty hole.
Sadly she is leaving to go to a private practice. I am sorry to see her go.
After that I went off to visit TBSITW and be introduced to her very lively Springer Spaniel. She is delightful and the two dogs seem to be settling in well together (or at least happily chasing each other around!)
They have now (on a temporary basis) acquired a hedgehog, found captured in a squirrel trap. When I visited, he was settled in a cardboard box with shredded paper and some water. He seems quite lively. Of course, he will be released back into the wild.
I really enjoyed home made chicken soup and home made bread. It was also good to see Le Chef again. TBSITW picked some spinach for me and Le Chef got some potatoes for me so I can make spinach soup.
Today I managed 2 loads of washing and then this afternoon I have made spinach soup. I have whizzed it and put some into a container for freezing when it has cooled.
I am a happy bunny.
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
A Close Call!
Well I set my alarm this morning to be up in time to phone for an appointment and got one for 9.40. Decided to drive (another little piece of Scottish meanness), so started off, then had a seat in the lounge just inside the front door, then made it to the car. Driving was fine. Bit difficult waiting at the reception queue, but there was at least something to lean on. When I got called to Surgery 9, it took me so long that the doctor came out to see if I was coming!
Anyway, a good thorough check-up and I have a chest infection, which may be at the bottom of it. Nonetheless, glad I drove, because she was thinking of admitting me to the near by District General Hospital for a number of checks. (Close escape!!) Interestingly she noted a number of bruises when she examined me (which I was sure I would have, but you are never quite sure if the fall (s) were bad enough to cause bruising).
Anyway I gor a prescription for an antibiotic and sent round to see the phlebotomist to have blood taken for a full blood count (FBC in the UK, CBC in the US) and then tottered back home. Feel felled.
Anyway, a good thorough check-up and I have a chest infection, which may be at the bottom of it. Nonetheless, glad I drove, because she was thinking of admitting me to the near by District General Hospital for a number of checks. (Close escape!!) Interestingly she noted a number of bruises when she examined me (which I was sure I would have, but you are never quite sure if the fall (s) were bad enough to cause bruising).
Anyway I gor a prescription for an antibiotic and sent round to see the phlebotomist to have blood taken for a full blood count (FBC in the UK, CBC in the US) and then tottered back home. Feel felled.
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