Y’know, Morphine isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Lorna raves about it but having been taken in to A&E at 3am this morning and getting my first dose I wasn’t impressed.
For those who don’t know I am not the healthiest of people. I’m not the unhealthiest either which is something to be happy about.
I got new meds, which I started taking on Monday. They appear to not be good for me. I found this out on Thursday night when I suddenly ended up in lots of pain. I ignored it and went to bed in the hopes that all would be fine in the AM until I woke at 2am in vast quantities of agony.
Was advised by the loveliest lady in the world who I spoke to on NHS direct that they would send an ambulance for me. That would have completely traumatised me. Felt enough like a hypochondriac as it was!
So went down, was given morphine then some more morphine then some anti-inflammatories, and then had EKG and chest x-ray. Then another two lots of morphine. Bloody load of rubbish. Meant I was ok if I was lying still but if I moved it still hurt like buggery (no, I don’t know first hand).
They were talking bout keeping me in over the weekend. Thankfully then decided to send me away with huge amounts of drugs with orders to go back if needed.
Since then I have had almost hourly phone calls from Lorna. And she sent Princess round to check up on me!
Bless, she’s a doll.
On the plus side I got a day off work.
And now I am going to bed, as it all still tends to hurt. Hope all have a much better Friday night!