That Dreaded Hospital

What am I in for? Well I woke up at midnight all nauseous and sweaty, then suddenly cold and shivering, back to sweaty and by 6am the vomiting had begun and well it’s almost 2pm now and I still can’t keep water down. “Any other conditions we should know about?” Yeah, I have chronic fatigue syndrome. “Okay, but other than that you’re normally quite fit and healthy?”  …

Hey Lovelies!

If you’ve been following my recent posts you’ll know I recently had a short stint in the A&E of my local hospital. It wasn’t related to the M.E/CFS (thank goodness) but chronic illness sure has slowed that recovery time down. I wrote this post while bored out of my mind, trapped in my bed and I’ve only just got around to posting it now so apologies if is doesn’t make a whole lot of sense… (I really don’t have the energy for proof reading).

So I’m sitting in A&E with my giant red bucket having just spent the last I don’t know, maybe 7 hours? Vomiting my guts out (glorious image, I know, sorry?) and the nurse calls my name out to go and give her the run down. I stumble the 2 metre journey to her, collapse in the chair and start monotonously answering her 101 questions.

What am I in for? Well I woke up at midnight all nauseous and sweaty, then suddenly cold and shivering, back to sweaty and by 6am the vomiting had begun and well it’s almost 2pm now and I still can’t keep water down. “Any other conditions we should know about?” Yeah, I have chronic fatigue syndrome. “Okay, but other than that you’re normally quite fit and healthy?”  …

Do I even need to explain why this was NOT an okay way to respond when I’ve just told a TRAINED NURSE that I have a chronic illness???? FIT AND HEALTHY! Yeah, totally – I’m out running every other day? What did she expect me to say? So she takes my heart rate, double takes at the reading, asks for the other wrist, checks it manually, checks the machine again… gives me a tablet for the nausea and tells me to be seated and wait for my name to be called.

Apologies for the sarcasm and the negativity here but doesn’t it just suck when you’re in a hospital, the one place where you should feel safe and where it should be okay to talk about your illness without being judged and there it is – judgement, and they don’t even pretend to care or understand? I guess I’m a bit out of the swing of things, I’ve been spoilt for quite a while now not having to talk to any professionals, managing my own way through this. I’ve been putting off finding a new GP since I got told I can’t see my previous one anymore (she is for University students only) but I certainly can’t say this experience has increased my enthusiasm about getting started on the GP hunt all over again…

Hospital Stay
Re-hydrating…

It’s not all negative, my wait to be seen was fairly short for A&E (especially given the loud speaker announcement just after we arrived informing everyone that, yes, they were aware people had been waiting for up to four hours, and yes, they were trying their hardest in this particularly busy time and that perhaps if anyone had an alternative option, now would be the time to take it). Once I was in there was very little mucking around, although there were a couple of points where I thought they may have forgotten about me – what I actually think was happening was that they were waiting and hoping desperately that my heart rate would come down. It didn’t. But reluctantly they let me go home anyway having been re-hydrated and given a few new prescriptions.

Three days later my heart rate is finally back to normal, I can eat (some) solid foods again AND I even went for a very microscopically short walk by the river guarded very carefully by my boyfriend on one side and my walking stick on the other. Fingers crossed for work on Monday yeah?

P.S Apologies if it feels like I’m ranting, I actually love our health system – none of this cost me a cent and the process was actually a lot faster than I’d hoped. Also, I am currently even more insanely grateful than I already was to both the friend who told me that yes, I most certainly did need to go to hospital immediately and who dropped everything to drive 20mins to my place to come and take me, and to my partner who left work early to be by my side (also to his boss who let him take the following day off to stay with me).


How have your experiences with the emergency room been? I’m a bit of an amateur at this kind of thing and would love to hear how you’ve found it – especially the difference across countries!

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