That was yesterday. I think I did too much on Monday and yesterday I just couldn’t function. I needed to pack my clothes for holiday but just couldn’t get out of bed. So I decided it was going to be a rest day. I stayed in bed and dozed on and off until about 6pm. Hubby and Big Fella were off to football training and before they went Hubby asked if I might be able to get my case packed. He wants to be organised this year and get everything in the car ready to go a day before we set off instead of our usual last minute rush. So I forced my arse out of bed and started to pack.
But I didn’t just pack, I ended up feeding the dog, loading the dishwasher and the washing machine and a few other chores around the house. When I went back upstairs to put the last few bits in my case I knew I had overdone it and didn’t feel well. I could feel that I was about to pass out but there was nobody in the house to catch me so I hit the decks. Eventually I got myself up and ended up phoning one of my friends to bring me an emergency delivery of sugary fizzy drinks. I don’t know if my blood pressure is low or if I’m not getting enough calories from my feeds but I’m getting lightheaded quite often. I’m only getting 700 calories a day from my TPN feeds which was enough for when I was just lying around in my hospital bed doing jack shit but now I’m home and doing stuff the dieticians might need to increase it.
I felt better this morning and managed to get out of bed before lunchtime. This was mainly due to the fact I had to be at the GP surgery for midday for blood tests. When I got there I told the phlebotomist that I had bad veins and that the phlebotomists in the hospital had struggled to bleed me which resulted in one of the ward doctors taking blood from my wrist (and yes, that does hurt!) As with most phlebotomists she said “I’m sure your veins aren’t that bad” so I just sat back and waited for her to realise that my veins are actually non existent. After a few attempts she eventually conceded that I was difficult to bleed and she went to see if there were any nurses available to help her. Unfortunately there weren’t and she asked what happened the last time I came for bloods at the surgery. “Nobody could bleed me so I ended up going up to the hospital to have them done” was my reply.
So she admitted defeat and went to print out the form that I would need to take to the hospital only for the system to crash. Cue a 25 minute wait with her apologising profusely before I left with said paperwork. I decided to ring the ward to check what time you could turn up at at the hospital for walk in blood tests but they told me not to bother and to just head up to the ward and they would do them for me. I’ve got an appointment with the gynaecology team tomorrow to get the results of my bone density scan and to have the injection that puts me into menopause and keeps the endometriosis symptoms at bay so I’m going to pop up to the ward before that. At least if they’re being done on the ward if they can’t find a good vein then the doctor can go in my wrist or one of the nurses can access my Hickman line and take blood from there.
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