I must say that last weekend was quite eventful indeed for me!

On Saturday, full with cold, I took Nora to Scarlett’s birthday party. They are such good friends in Nursery that I can’t say to her that she couldn’t go because I have a cold. So we went. As the day progresses I got worse and after Scarlett blew the candles, I reluctantly coaxed Nora to leave her friends.

We got home and I went straight to bed as I really did not feel well… only to wake up in the middle of the night with breathing problems! I do have mild asthma so I do tend to get this from time to time… but actually I haven’t had it for ages that I didn’t have an inhaler handy… and the GP would be closed on a Sunday.

Still I wasn’t worried as it usually pass after a couple of hours.

Only this time it didn’t. I couldn’t breathe and my chest felt tight. At around 5am I started looking though NHS website and went through the questions. The last bit of it… there was a red box saying that I should call 999 immediately!

My usual reaction… oh come on… I’m overreacting! I’ll be fine… but it got worse and worse and when Nora was up I couldn’t even finish my sentences without gasping for air!

Jules took me to the A&E. I thought it would be good. They’ll prescribe me an inhaler and everything will be fine.

The woman who was triaging the A&E immediately took me in… I was like… WOW!!! I don’t have to wait for four hours??!!

She put the oxygen mask on my, took my blood pressure, my temperature… and called another nurse to get blood out of me. I was like… WHAT???!!!

Than they transferred met to another A&E wad for me to see a doctor, who had my chest x-rayed and they were still trying to find a vein to get blood out of me… six attempts later… they succeeded!

Questions after questions, the doctor called up to see if a bed is available for me to keep me overnight!

Nora was pretty upset when she found out that I might not be going home. It was heart-renching indeed.

But in the end the x-ray and blood test came out clear and the doctor in the Acute Respiratory wad was happy to discharge me… only for me to have to wait another 6 hours for my medication from the pharmacist.

Thanks to Jules for looking after me and Nora… taking me to the hospital and waiting with me for my medication. Thanks to all the nurses and doctors who looked after me… thanks to June, the patient opposite my bed, who is hilarious! But no thanks to the weirdo next to me who must be the worse patient ever that there was a little cheer from everybody when she moved wad!

That was an experience indeed. I have a couple of follow ups… but I hope it won’t happen again… and if it does, I’m glad I’m just a stone throw away from the capable hands of the staff in St George’s Hospital.