Memories of 2016

 I'd been feeling really unwell with cold-like symptoms and overwhelming fatigue since the summer of 2015. Then in early march 2016, I collapsed at home and Billy called an ambulance.

I was left in a corridor in the hospital for well over 12 hours, then finally got a place in their assessment room. While the medical staff were waiting for test results I went into cardiac arrest and had 3 lots of CPR carried out by a dishy medical registrar (he met me later on).

I then spent several days in an induced coma in ICU and spent 3 weeks in hospital altogether.

Nobody explained why I was so ill, but when I got bored one night on the ward, I read my hospital notes which said I had arrived at the hospital with multiple organ failure.

After I came home from the hospital I had to build a new lot of memories as I didn't know what kind of person I was, nor what kind of relationships I had with family members.

I recognised my husband and stepdaughter when they visited me in the hospital but didn't know how well I knew them. I had to get to know them as new people in my life.

My adult son came to stay with us for a few days after I came home and when I opened the door to him, I didn't know who he was. It's been 6 years since my cardiac arrest and we still have times in conversations where he needs to remind me of some things we used to share memories of.

Carers' Assessment blues

 I had a social worker visit for my carers' assessment recently but it really didn't go well.

The assessment got hijacked by my other half so the only support offered was for someone to come in and help with the housework, which wouldn't help me at all.

Basically, my other half doesn't like me doing a lot of housework as I am also disabled, only, my view is that achieving the housework, helps me with my physical and mental fitness.

My home is the place where we have a private space where we can be ourselves and just be daft if we want to, chat and joke, sing along to the TV and swear at it if we feel like it.

I don't want strangers invading my personal space and neither my other half nor the social worker got this.

Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

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Wow!! That wasn't the ending I was expecting! I loved this story. While reading this book I discovered there is such a thing as 'purple prose and this is what I loved best about this book. 

So if anyone is reading these thoughts, if you love lots of lengthy and detailed descriptions of unfamiliar times and places, chances are you will love this book.

It's All Happening Again

 

For the last few months, I have had what appears to be a series of very short-stay colds that last a few hours at a time.

In August 2015 we stayed in a retirement home for 2 weeks while a wetroom was being installed in our flat. During our stay, I became very unwell then the on-off symptoms of a cold didn't let up for months after we returned home.

I'm now becoming increasingly concerned that history is repeating itself.

This is a link to my posts about the development of visual and auditory disturbances that I experience in February 2016

Visual Disturbances

Auditory Disturbances

What happened next!!!

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 It's all fun and games today.

Our local housing department has installed wheelchair access to our flat, but the only place they can put the ramp blocks off access to our gas meter cupboard which is on an outside wall.

Also, I have to walk a much longer distance to put my rubbish out as the ramp's barriers block off access to the area by my door where I keep the bins.

I have mobility issues myself so I'm going to be stuck if it has been raining as the ramp will be too slippery for me to walk down.

How the heck am I going to get the grocery deliveries indoors?

My Diabetes Journey....The Beginning

I know I'm repeating myself but though this would be easier to find with 'Diabetes' in the title 

Someone from my local GP practice phoned me about 2 years ago to tell me I had prediabetes, then 2 years later, with nothing else being said to me relating to Diabetes, my GP rang to tell me I had type 2 Diabetes. The same afternoon, the GP's visiting nurse visited me at home and said I should be on meds to lower my blood sugar. Given that for 2 years, nobody from the practice had any input into how I could manage this myself, I basically told him that I would sort things out for myself.

I then visited the site of the GP practice and although they have included a who bunch of stuff from Diabetes UK they missed out any information on reversing type 2 the low carb programme, nor intermittent fasting.

Talk about cherry picking.

Another Epic Fail by My GP Again

I have been telling my GP for years that my thyroid was undermedicated, which massively increases the risk of Diabetes.

He totally ignored me and refused to increase my thyroid meds.

Then yesterday morning he CONFIRMED the Diabetes, which I already knew about as I have a blood glucose meter at home and also have a son who has had Diabetes for 35 years

So....the GP basically, undermedicated my thyroid and has only increased the thyroid meds following the Diabetes diagnosis after my asking him to increase the thyroid meds for 7 years. 

Link HERE to article on underactive thyroid and Diabetes connection

Link HERE to Why I Don't See My GP