Woke this morning feeling extremely grotty. Checked on Google maps for location of a GP. Rang the nearest and couldn’t get an appoint for two days. After ringing several more and being told I needed to go to the nearest GP and register for the NHS.
Gave that idea away, took my laptop out of my shoulder bag to lighten the load, and headed out for SPRI. Just a 1/2 km I was at a corner, to the left was SPRI and to the right the Doctor. I headed right with the intention of registering for the NHS and making an appointment. Eventually I got there, registered, and they took pity on me and I saw the doctor. He sent me off with letter to A&E at the local hospital and here I stayed until late Wednesday afternoon. Over the next few days I had ECGs, x-rays, a CAT scan, many blood tests, several sessions with a nebuliser, and lots of oxygen. Finally on Wednesday afternoon I went back to my digs with course of steroids and antibiotics.
Turned on my laptop to check my mail and I had one from my landlady, and one from the archivist at SPRI. They both were checking up on me. Curious, there were none from the kids at home. I skyped my daughter and although she had noticed I stopped writing my Blog, I think she thought I was being a bit lazy. I did not have my laptop, mobile phone or my address book with during my hospital stay so I couldn’t contact anyone.
Once back at the digs I contacted my Travel Insurance people and sent off my discharge report and other items they needed. At that time I was looking at cutting the trip short and heading for home
No pictures this time but you got one of my Hospital wrist band in the last post. Not my ‘last post’ but the Blog’s.
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