If I only had a brain...
Well, I'm off to have a CT scan done in an hours time. Won't that be fun?
I have been having some lovely adventures thanks to my 'unremitting headaches' - 6 hours in Emergency at Wollongong Hospital on Wednesday night being one highlight.
The whole joyous episode can be summed up by one particularly passive-aggressive nurse who, after I had been completely ignored for 4 hours and told them I was going home, made me sign a 'leaving against medical advice' form, and then said "Lets hope it's just a virus and nothing too dangerous then".
The irony being, of course, that I hadn't actually received any medical advice... the doctors all being too caught up in their little gossip session, or dealing with the ultra-important case of constipation being suffered by the one-legged man in the bed next to me.
Oh yes! I suffered as well, let me tell you - Hospital blankets give no protection to one's delicate sensibilities, and one tires so easily of the words, 'check your back passage', 'yes, you'll feel some pressure' etc etc. But all is well - x-rays confirmed he was indeed constipated and the nice doctor had a chat to the man's wife, ordered a taxi, printed off extra copies of the paperwork so they could be mailed to the man's niece in Cairns.
But it's ok - they gave me morphine, which is apparently all I came into the hospital for. I thought I'd presented because I'd had a headache for 7 days straight and panadeine forte wasn't touching it, and I'd been told to get myself to A&E by my GP. But, no, the nurses know better.They'd given me morphine, what was I bloody whinging about? So, we left. With me in tears (and not inconsiderable pain - as the bloody morphine hadn't actually done anything for the pain)
And decided to stop in at Bulli Hospital, which has a tiny A&E department, on the off chance that someone would actually be able to see me.
Yay! The doctor was lovely, even though he stood there with raised eyebrows saying "so you left Wollongong, and came here, where we have no facilities???" To which we said "Yep!" and he said "but that doesn't make sense... you've had a headache for 7 days, you should be getting scans done" to which we replied "well, you'd think so..." He was even more flabbergasted when he found out that I hadn't even had any blood tests done.
Anyway... longer story short, I don't have meningitis, and my GP now thinks I may have cluster migraines, and gave me some kick-arse drugs that definitively stomped on the pain, leaving only niggling twinges and intense pressure in my head. And I'm off for a CT scan, so I can prove once and for all that I actually have a brain...
I have been having some lovely adventures thanks to my 'unremitting headaches' - 6 hours in Emergency at Wollongong Hospital on Wednesday night being one highlight.
The whole joyous episode can be summed up by one particularly passive-aggressive nurse who, after I had been completely ignored for 4 hours and told them I was going home, made me sign a 'leaving against medical advice' form, and then said "Lets hope it's just a virus and nothing too dangerous then".
The irony being, of course, that I hadn't actually received any medical advice... the doctors all being too caught up in their little gossip session, or dealing with the ultra-important case of constipation being suffered by the one-legged man in the bed next to me.
Oh yes! I suffered as well, let me tell you - Hospital blankets give no protection to one's delicate sensibilities, and one tires so easily of the words, 'check your back passage', 'yes, you'll feel some pressure' etc etc. But all is well - x-rays confirmed he was indeed constipated and the nice doctor had a chat to the man's wife, ordered a taxi, printed off extra copies of the paperwork so they could be mailed to the man's niece in Cairns.
But it's ok - they gave me morphine, which is apparently all I came into the hospital for. I thought I'd presented because I'd had a headache for 7 days straight and panadeine forte wasn't touching it, and I'd been told to get myself to A&E by my GP. But, no, the nurses know better.They'd given me morphine, what was I bloody whinging about? So, we left. With me in tears (and not inconsiderable pain - as the bloody morphine hadn't actually done anything for the pain)
And decided to stop in at Bulli Hospital, which has a tiny A&E department, on the off chance that someone would actually be able to see me.
Yay! The doctor was lovely, even though he stood there with raised eyebrows saying "so you left Wollongong, and came here, where we have no facilities???" To which we said "Yep!" and he said "but that doesn't make sense... you've had a headache for 7 days, you should be getting scans done" to which we replied "well, you'd think so..." He was even more flabbergasted when he found out that I hadn't even had any blood tests done.
Anyway... longer story short, I don't have meningitis, and my GP now thinks I may have cluster migraines, and gave me some kick-arse drugs that definitively stomped on the pain, leaving only niggling twinges and intense pressure in my head. And I'm off for a CT scan, so I can prove once and for all that I actually have a brain...
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posted by actonb at 10:00 am
3 Comments:
Good luck with the brain confirmation thingy AB. My mum suffers from migraines and has some weird pain killing injection thing she has to do to kill it..doesnt look like fun.
Hmmm now that i think about, i might just trundle off to the hospital and see if i can........
Oh actonb, how ick.
Hope the CT goes well - at least they won't make you drink icky contrast to look at your head - that stuff is AWFUL.
Feel better soon.
Very good luck AB, smile nice for the cameras, and let us know when it's safe to uncross our fingers...
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