Hep Hep Hooray…

We moved in July, and have been pretty lax about sorting out a new GP service closer to home. 

Finally sorted it out this week, took all the forms in, ID, Proof of Address and Emma’s Red Book. Last step was for a Health Check. A human MOT if you like. Go through medical history, weight, height, blood pressure, etc. 

Got told things I already knew. Yep, I’m fat, so fat that my BMI (stupid system) reckons I should have died a week ago. I need to exercise more, eat less, and become skinny with a tiny BMI number. Yup. Well the health care guy didn’t say those exact words, but that was the gist. Apparently we should be going to the gym 4 times a week. Hmmmmmm. As if. 

He told me I should check my breasts daily. To be fair if notice if they were gone. HA! Sorry. Yep. I check them often. I know that if I find a lump then I need to get an exam done. 

Then came my urine sample. Thanks to my lovely pot of pee, I’m now having a series of tests for diabetes. Apparently my sample contained high traces of glucose. And showed I may have a UTI brewing.

So far, I’ve gone in relatively healthy (barring tonsillitis) and I’ve potentially got diabetes and a UTI.

Next thing I know, Daniel tells me Emma’s picked something up. I turn to see, and she sticks me in the side with a needle. I pull it out and take it off her. It’s a hypodermic needle, used. Emma gets checked over, is fine, gets a biscuit. Health care guy doesn’t seem concerned at all, that my kid has picked up a needle from the floor under my chair and stuck it in me. He puts it in the bin, the NORMAL waste bin.

Husband has his health check and I go to sit in the waiting room, with my various sample pots and paperwork for my diabetes lab work, and a HIV screening paperwork.

It’s bothering me now, so I tell the receptionist what happened, and a few moments later I’m in a room with the practice manager. 

Now I’m having to add a load of other tests to my blood draw appointment (for the HIV screening) as well as having a Hep A/ Hep B combined vaccination. 

It begs belief that someone can complete their GP registration and then come out with paperwork for god knows how many lab works to be done, and vaccinations. To be done on Christmas Eve no less. *sigh*

I also still have bloody tonsillitis. 

But at least my BP is good! 108/71.

Here’s to a Healthy 2016!

Plague

I have the plague.
I may also be exaggerating there, but I AM sick.

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I’ve had sinuses issues on and off since I caught a horrible cold in December. I had it, The Husband had it and so did Emma. Hers turned into bronchiolitis, which was horrible.
Since then, it’s been illness after illness and I’ve spent a fortune on OTC medication and remedies to help me breathe.

Then I got another sinus problem, it was manageable. Until Monday morning, when I awoke with conjunctivitis in both eyes AND a cold sore. I needed more nasal spray and decongestant and pain relief, and now eye drops and cold sore patches. (And I saw some Ashton & Parsons teething powder, which is so hard to come by now) so £47 later, I was stocked up.

Then Tuesday came.
My cold sore? Was more less small sore, more huge great big sore. My lip began to swell to epic proportions and everyone I encountered said I should see a doctor.

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The last time I had a cold sore was 3 years ago, when we first moved into our flat. It was stressful, thanks to the bank continually screwing up. That time, it was twice the size of the Day 2 picture. I saw the GP then and she was gobsmacked. After 10 days it went away and left behind a small red scar (which is only noticeable to me)

This time, the very nice (and HOT) GP, gave me a full check over. Red ear drums, red throat, swollen glands, blocked sinuses, slight temperature, it is a virus. Of which I just have to let run it’s course.

The cold sore, well he too hadn’t seen one quite so bad apparently and promptly printed me a prescription for some antiviral tablets that are good for HSV and the chickenpox and shingles virus.

3 tablets in, as well as some anti-inflammatory drugs with Lysine (apparently good for HSV) and my cold sore (see Day 2 midday photo above) is getting better.

The sinus problems? Not so much.
Sinus headaches are the absolute worse.
Especially when you have to be really careful of how much pain relief you take.
I don’t fancy adding accidental overdose to the mix of health concerns right now.

So stay away, lest you catch the plague that has infested our household.

Doctor Doctor

A few weeks ago I visited the doctor to get my allergy meds. Later in the afternoon I began to feel unwell and ended up in hospital with suspected appendicitis.

Yesterday I visited the doctor to have my post partum check up and guess what?
I ended up in the hospital a few hours later!

I am beginning to the think that going to see the family doctor is hazardous to my health!

There is nothing more frightening then waking up, taking a drink of water on your bedside table and having it dribble out of your mouth because all of a sudden half of your mouth doesn’t work anymore. I was terrified.
It was like the sandman came along whilst I slept and instead of sprinkling me with sleepy dust, he injected a load of anaesthetic into my face.

The next thing I know, I have 3 paramedics in my living room assessing me. All of my symptoms point towards a possible stroke.
Yes. A stroke!
Healthy 29 years olds don’t just have strokes! Well, not statistically anyway.

For the first time in my life I got to ride in an ambulance at a very quick speed with the blue lights going and siren wailing. To a hospital a fair way away. One that had a specialist stroke unit.

I was met by the consultant neurologist and the resus team. After a few minutes they realised I wasn’t in a very serious way and left the neurologist to manage the emergency.

He quickly ruled out a stroke (thank god!) and diagnosed me with Bell’s Palsy. Still scary, but at least I’m not going to die eh?

This was my face at 3am whilst in hospital.

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This was the same expressions 6 hours later.

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I’ve been told the symptoms peak within 48 hours and can take between 2 weeks and 6 months to resolve themselves, depending in the severity. So far I have 8 of the 13 symptoms listed by the NHS.
I’m hoping for the 2 weeks recovery, but with my string of luck recently, I better not hold my breath! God knows what would happen if I did that!!!

So far 2013 hasn’t been the most fantastic year for me. The only good thing so far is Emma!

I’m ready to be healthy body, so hop to it!!

B12

Emma is 16 days old and I’m getting to grips with limited and interrupted sleep.

I’m getting to grips with breast feeding and being peed on and explosive projectile poo.

I’m getting the hang of this mothering business.

After having Emma, I was told I had to take Iron tablets, as well as antibiotics (2 lots!) and the many pain relief tablets, not to mention daily injections to prevent DVT and PE (for the next 6 weeks!)

It was a pretty easy labour and birth (thanks to my epidural) however I lost a litre of blood. Which is apparently quite a lot to lose. However months and months of taking prenatal vitamins meant that my iron stores were very good and despite losing a litre of blood my iron count was still 10.9 after delivery.

Even though my iron count was still pretty good, I had to take the iron tablets (standard if your level is 12 or lower it seems) and then have a follow up blood test 2 weeks after the birth.

I had my blood test yesterday morning. This morning my doctors surgery sent me a text message asking me to make an appointment as my results showed a B12 deficiency which required further injections for me.

People may complain about the NHS, but that’s pretty good going, having a blood draw yesterday and then getting the results back the very next day.

I don’t like the fact that I have to have more injections, or the fact that if my body doesn’t manage the deficiency and resolve itself then i’ll be on these injections for the foreseeable future.

My pregnancy at the start was OK, the sciatica was a bitch, the middle it got a bit more difficult, what with the increased sciatica and the itching, and by the end I could hardly walk on most days, my skin was scabby from the blood I’d drawn scratching my itches and I was ready to be a mother, ready to stop vein pregnant.

Labour? Well, they reckon that you don’t remember the pain. Ha! It’s 2 weeks on and it’s still fresh and clear in my mind. I certainly won’t be forgetting it and neither will I be in any hurry to experience it again.

The best part of my labour was the moment my epidural was cited and the pain went away. The gas and air was pretty awesome too.

By the end of it, I had this pretty awesome teeny weeny bundle of amazingness.

She’s worth every pain and medicine and cringey moment where I have to inject myself.

Still not too happy about the B12 deficiency though.

Being a Donor

I used to give blood. Sadly I can’t anymore, simply because my veins refuse to give up their precious cargo. I can’t manage to fill up a pint bag of blood, hell I can barely provide a few phials of blood when I go to the doctors. Only 4% of the UKs population donate blood, yet everyday more and more people need transfusions to save their lives.

When I was advised not to continue donating blood, I was given the option to donate bone marrow, a much more painful and invasive process than blood donation, but equally important. I am a marrow donor. I’ve yet to give up my marrow to help someone else, and I may never be called, but one day I might. One day I may get the chance to save someone elses life.

When I was 18 I decided I wanted to be an organ donor, so I registered. The only thing I’m not donating when I die is my lungs. I have so much trouble with them when I’m ill, that I can’t possibly pass them on to someone else. But everything else is being given away.

To me donation is so important, and when I saw an advert for the Anthony Nolan Trust, I didn’t hesitate.  I filled in the form to become a donor and submitted it online via their website.

A few days later I got a small package in the post, containing a form to fill in and a nifty little plastic container and instructions of how to provide my saliva sample.  Once that was completed it was sent off. A few weeks later I received confirmation that they were happy to accept me as a donor and I got my donor card.

The Anthony Nolan Trust helps people with blood cancers. You can donate marrow or stem cells to help someone with cancer.

I may be a very small part of the population, but I am doing everything I can to donate what I have to help save others.

What are you doing?

Bright Lights

Early hours of this morning, about 4am, I woke suddenly feeling so ill. I got up, walked about, got some water and got back into bed. I settled into a comfy position and closed my eyes waiting for sleep to visit me again.

Suddenly there were lights so bright, like 2 headlights coming towards me that I had to open my eyes. Every time I shut my eyes there’d be varying types of bright eyes. A swirling vortex of orange fire was what I saw most and it made me feel sick and frightened.

It felt like I wasn’t even in my own body.

Eventually I fell back to sleep about 5 am and had disjointed and bizarre dreams and eventually woke about 12 noon.

I feel weird and disjointed and nauseated. And tired still.

It’s not a great feeling. Not. At. All.