Guest zolabud Posted November 18, 2008 Share Posted November 18, 2008 Hi all. Zolabud here saying Hi.What a great site! I feel at home already.... April 1997.Beautiful morning.8.45am. Riding my bike through country lanes near where I lived on my way to do a gardening job. I suddenly felt very strange and fell off my bike and started to throw up.A lady stopped and thinking I had been in a collision with a car,bundled me into her car and took me to my local health centre. I was put in a side room,told I was having a migraine and lay there for 3 hours watching the clock and wishing I could stop throwing up and go home.At no point was my blood pressure taken or my temperature or any other checks done.I remember this very clearly. At 12.00 I was taken home where my 16 year old son put me to bed.That is the last thing I remember. My partner Mick got home about 7.00 and Russ told him I was acting very strangely.I later found out the staff at the health centre thought I had been drinking.The same doctor I saw that morning came out and straightaway I was whisked off to Hurstwood Park hospital in Haywards Heath. I woke up 2 days later after an operation to clip an artery that had burst. I had had a subarachnoid heamorrhage.Mick and Russ were waiting for me to wake up and looked wiped out... I on the other hand was raring to go,and proved to be quite a handful in the days following my surgery,I refused to take my clothes off and was still wearing the cycling shorts and T shirt I wore when I was admitted.I also wouldn't take any pills unless they were yellow.(I don't know how the nurses got round that) I kept pulling my catheter out and I seemed to be suffering from Tourettes Syndrome.Apparently it was due to the large amount of anasthetic I had for my op.... I was told that I had another anneurism on the other side of my brain which was unruptured but couldn't be left and another operatiion would be necessary.Poor Mick fainted on the spot,as he frequently did during my stay.He was always pretty phobic about hospitals.... In all I stayed a month in Hurstwood Park. I ended up in a little room on my own,and I LOVED it.I was bought all my food,my family frequently visited and I had a month 'off'.That is the way I looked at it. I returned in July 97 and had the other anneurism coiled.I was in almost a month.I had also shaved my head.My knee length blonde hair had ended up a matted mess...So I got out the clippers.I never once missed it.Strange seeing that I was known for my beautiful hair. And I kept it at a No 1 for a year before I started growing it again. When I got out,I took a good hard look at my life with Mick who had been my partner since I was 16 years old...And I was so unhappy living with him,I decided to move out. Then Mick,who had been ill for sometime,took a turn for the worst.Our doctor curtly told us he had 6 months to live. He lasted 5 years.And he made my life hell.... I tried 3 times to move out.Each time I ended up going back because I still loved him,but found it almost impossible to live with him. He died 5 years ago. I moved from our old house to a flat,and my son now lives with his girlfriend and thay recently presented me with my 1st grandchild. I wrote to my doctor saying I was unhappy with my treatment on that fateful day...And he said they did check my blood pressure,pulse,and temperature.The letter ended with 'seeing as you had a brain heamorrhage I don't think you are in a position to accuse us of malpractice'. They thought I was ******.And they DID NOT do those checks..... Me signing off. For now. Been good to talk.... Zolabud. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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