Fi on Nostr: Morning folks, well, what a couple of days I just had. So Wednesday morning, didn't ...

Morning folks, well, what a couple of days I just had.

So Wednesday morning, didn't feel great, thought it was the lack of sleep. Was feeling overwhelmed with things that I had to do. 8.30, I decided "fuck it, breakfast then garden". 9am, I started feeling really weak, dizzy, felt my heart racing. 9.15am, I couldn't speak and my right side was gone. A little while passes in a blur and a chaotic jumble - being blue lighted to hospital, straight into a CT scan, consultant leaning over me telling me about a medicine that they had to get in me. I remember asking for some people to leave the room, it was too crowded, my brain was mush and too many people were making it hard to think. I agree to the medicine and was "thrombolysed".

Off to the ward and what an experience that was. They have changed what some wards are, so the stroke ward is now in the ward I used to work on, that was weird. The hospital experience tbh, was shite. My meds were forcefully taken from me, one doctor was arguing that my GP had my meds wrong. I freaked out a few times because the ward was way too hot, too loud (expected, I know), too bright. Had a repeat CT scan yesterday, since that showed no bleed on the brain, they reluctantly agreed to release me. I do have to get an MRI in the next to 7-10 days to confirm or exclude a diagnosis of a stroke.

I have been warned by the consultant to take it easy over the next few weeks since this could just be a pure exhaustion thing. I am moving again, but its hard work, actually having to think about what I am doing and using the stick in the house. My brain is like sludge. I was cleared by physio in the stroke department, but she will get in touch with my own physio. OT (occupational therapy) has sent me home with therapy putty to play with to try and get the strength back in my hand, along with arranging for a perch stool to be delivered for in the kitchen and a bathroom assessment to be carried out since I have fallen a fair few times trying to shower.

I won't deny that I was absolutely terrified, especially given family history, many tears have been shed.

I decided to get the bus home from hospital - cause obviously I am stubborn and insisted I could do it - huge mistake, I felt so ill and dizzy waiting on the bus. Pretty much went straight to bed and was sound asleep just after 6pm, I did need that sleep after getting pretty much none in hospital.

Sorry for not replying to everyone, I have enough problems using my phone on a good day, never mind when I only had one functional hand. Also, apologies for no alt text on my hospital photo - didn't have brain power for that.

I do appreciate all the messages of support, they helped make a scary time a little less scary.

Todays plans - rest, although as always, chores need doing, so they will be done at some point. Bins to empty and a new shower rail to put up (kind of urgent since mine is almost fully broken and I really need a shower).

Have a good one folks.