White Knuckle Holiday
Posted: Wed May 15, 2024 3:48 pm
You get an instant idea of how bad this is, because I am starting a thread whilst on holiday.
I descended on Dorset Friday evening. Just me & the doggie in a rather nice cottage just outside Swanage. On Saturday we spent a large part of the warm day at Swanage. Got back to the cottage & watched the scores. Early evening i was using my laptop. Next thing I am on my back. Not a clue where I was or what I was doing. i surprisingly got up smartish. Thought this ain't Grays. Looked out the window & that just thickened the plot. After a minute or so, pulled myself together & by consulting phone & laptop, reality sunk in. it took about an hour for me to realise that I should call 111. Just before Midnight an ambulance & 3 bods turned up. They ran a lot of tests & said you're alright. But because i've had heart failure they zipped me off to Poole Hospital. They thought I'd had a stroke. But after loadsa test they said maybe not. Was then transported to Royal Bournemouth's stroke unit. Luckily an old Chelsea girlfriend lives near Wareham and she took in my doggie. Got scanned, monitored tested & God knows what? Then I had a black-out in front of people. It looked epileptic. They put me on an anti-seizure drug & I am OK. But Monday was really scary: loadsa mini seizures, sounds like whoosing in my ear, out of body experiences, sudden vacancy . My brother & his son gonna collect me tomorrow as can't drive until I am seizure free.
But the worst was one of the nurses at Bournemouth: Ken Cope from Carry on Nurse, a geezer in black tights, that was it, no mistake, no hallucinations. The hospital porters in my many travels for tests, were the most Politically Incorrect going ( no wonder Christopher Chopes is their man ). Apparently The Royal Bournemouth is a hotbed for Trans, fetishes you name it. CEB get down there & investigate. Bloody glad I didn't need a bed bath. Ohhh 'err Missus!
I descended on Dorset Friday evening. Just me & the doggie in a rather nice cottage just outside Swanage. On Saturday we spent a large part of the warm day at Swanage. Got back to the cottage & watched the scores. Early evening i was using my laptop. Next thing I am on my back. Not a clue where I was or what I was doing. i surprisingly got up smartish. Thought this ain't Grays. Looked out the window & that just thickened the plot. After a minute or so, pulled myself together & by consulting phone & laptop, reality sunk in. it took about an hour for me to realise that I should call 111. Just before Midnight an ambulance & 3 bods turned up. They ran a lot of tests & said you're alright. But because i've had heart failure they zipped me off to Poole Hospital. They thought I'd had a stroke. But after loadsa test they said maybe not. Was then transported to Royal Bournemouth's stroke unit. Luckily an old Chelsea girlfriend lives near Wareham and she took in my doggie. Got scanned, monitored tested & God knows what? Then I had a black-out in front of people. It looked epileptic. They put me on an anti-seizure drug & I am OK. But Monday was really scary: loadsa mini seizures, sounds like whoosing in my ear, out of body experiences, sudden vacancy . My brother & his son gonna collect me tomorrow as can't drive until I am seizure free.
But the worst was one of the nurses at Bournemouth: Ken Cope from Carry on Nurse, a geezer in black tights, that was it, no mistake, no hallucinations. The hospital porters in my many travels for tests, were the most Politically Incorrect going ( no wonder Christopher Chopes is their man ). Apparently The Royal Bournemouth is a hotbed for Trans, fetishes you name it. CEB get down there & investigate. Bloody glad I didn't need a bed bath. Ohhh 'err Missus!