The past few days have been the worst in a long time, for different reasons!
I’d had some Krispy Kreme donuts on Sunday evening, and some Scampi Fries, an odd combination of foodstuffs and I thought no more of it until about 10pm that night. I had what felt like indigestion, so I took some Remegel just to be on the safe side. As the hours went on the pain got gradually worse. Indigestion normally disappears at this point so I knew something was wrong.
Then I started feeling sick, and promptly was. About 1am in the morning and the stomach pain was crippling. I phoned up NHS Direct who told me to make my way to the NEMS centre on Derby Road. So, in the early hours I got my dad to take me along in what seemed like the longest car journey ever. We got there, and while the doctor managed to get things sorted and get some kind of diagnosis, he took his time over it. I was in agony!
Rather than admit me to the QMC, the hospital just literally over the road, he said to go to the City Hospital, 3 miles away.
Feeling sick again, I couldn’t contain my guts any longer and disgraced the North Entrance of the City Hospital (apologies for the poor bugger who had to clear that up in the morning!
). It was close to 3am now and I was on a hospital bed, hoping for a diagnosis and more importantly, the medicine!
I was hooked up to a drip and given plenty of morphine. In a much more calmer state in the morning, the doctors told me I had Gastroentiritis - which is sort of the worst Stomach ache you can have. Not too sure how I got this, whether it was infected food or too much rich food, but I definitely do not want to feel that way again.
So, I spent all of Monday and most of today in the hospital. Before I left, I was in much more of a better state so was more appreciative of the work the nurses do there. The staff in the Harvey One ward at the City really did their job brilliantly, and today’s meal wasn’t half bad either.
Of course, the misery of the Bank Holiday was compounded with news of Derby’s promotion to the Premiership. The big hope here is that they’ll go the same way as last year’s play-off finalists Watford, and sink like a stone. I can but hope!
I doubt I’ll be at work this week after the past few days, as I’m physically and mentally shattered.
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