East Surrey Admissions
My admission to East Surrey came as a bit of a blow. I'd been really well for a few months and it came out of the blue. I hadn't had a cold or chest infection.. so I wasn't really sure what was going on. Our visit to A&E was much more sedate thankfully. With a bit of encouragement from Sean I went before it got too bad (I always put it off in the vein hope I'll miraculously recover), and am glad to say that it was a sensible thing to do. It meant I turned up conscious anyway ha ha. Believe it or not that's not always the case. I avoided having a piece of metal drilled into my shin this time - which is always a bit of a Brucey bonus. Thankfully they did the logical thing and whacked a central line in (not before butchering my arms with a dozen or so needles). Which I have to say was a godsend. I spent a few days on a clinical decision ward, where I seemingly was completely forgotten about. And it wasn't until Sean nagged them relentlessly that they actually realized and saw that I'd slipped through the net. That same afternoon I was moved to the chest ward - funny that!
I was there for a good few days, nothing had really changed, I was no worse but no better. But not being able to even get to the bathroom on your own for lack of the ability to breathe does become somewhat of a pain in the A after a while. Anywho it all came to a head in an almighty crash I had. They took their sweet time to get a doctor to me when I was telling them, so the inevitable happened and it became a drama when they couldn't get my breathing under control. Unfortunately this happened in the small hours of the morning. They called my parents and Sean to brief them on the situation - at which point I was blissfully unconscious and in respiratory arrest. Sean was told to come as soon as possible as I was basically half dead. Bless him when he arrived he just saw a load of nurses and doctors stood by the desk with their heads down looking very solemn, he said his heart literally sank and he thought he hadn't made it in time. I'm glad to say and as you can see - I did survive, its just they had had to intervene with intensive care doctors and ventilation. As always I'm very glad not to have remembered the event itself and am just relieved that this is becoming a less common occurrence for me. Though (without being morbid) I cant help wondering just how many more of these respiratory events and interventions my body can take? I think I've more than tripled the standard 9 lives of a cat already. It turned out I was growing pseudomonas, which hadn't been detected and so I wasn't on the necessary treatments for it. Anyway, after another week or so I managed to talk my way to getting a discharge home... and now it all seems but a distant memory :)
I was there for a good few days, nothing had really changed, I was no worse but no better. But not being able to even get to the bathroom on your own for lack of the ability to breathe does become somewhat of a pain in the A after a while. Anywho it all came to a head in an almighty crash I had. They took their sweet time to get a doctor to me when I was telling them, so the inevitable happened and it became a drama when they couldn't get my breathing under control. Unfortunately this happened in the small hours of the morning. They called my parents and Sean to brief them on the situation - at which point I was blissfully unconscious and in respiratory arrest. Sean was told to come as soon as possible as I was basically half dead. Bless him when he arrived he just saw a load of nurses and doctors stood by the desk with their heads down looking very solemn, he said his heart literally sank and he thought he hadn't made it in time. I'm glad to say and as you can see - I did survive, its just they had had to intervene with intensive care doctors and ventilation. As always I'm very glad not to have remembered the event itself and am just relieved that this is becoming a less common occurrence for me. Though (without being morbid) I cant help wondering just how many more of these respiratory events and interventions my body can take? I think I've more than tripled the standard 9 lives of a cat already. It turned out I was growing pseudomonas, which hadn't been detected and so I wasn't on the necessary treatments for it. Anyway, after another week or so I managed to talk my way to getting a discharge home... and now it all seems but a distant memory :)
I got kinda down during that admission. Sean and my parents were a massive support. But I felt kind of abandoned by everyone else. My friend Emma worked all day, then drove a goof 60 miles in the evening to see me. That really perked me up. She's always a star, and she brought scones and clotted cream - winning!!
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