…and returning to normal, by way of a visit to the out of hours walk-in service in Stamford.
Last post was written during a temporary lull, whilst i felt a bit better and decided there wasn’t actually much to worry about. Then i wandered to the bathroom and found myself back on the floor. Not fainted. But near as…
Then the roller coaster and the fuzzy lights, which are a good predictor of migraine, at which point we decided it might be worth talking to a qualified medical person. On the phone, they tick boxed us through the most obvious. Nope: not a heart attack. Probably not a stroke…Is she drunk? Huh? Cheek!
And at the end, politely suggested i ought to see a Doc tonight. So off to Stamford with boy in tow. He, in the end, proved useful, as once at the hospital/medical centre the safest mode of transport seemed to be wheelchair and…just give a six-year-old the chance to wheel a parent round and watch them go!
Doc was sympathetic if ever so slightly bemused. We were not entirely sure whether to give him detail or let him lead. Problem was: having explained i’d just had grs, he was a tad hazy on what that involved.
“So, what does that involve?”, seemed a bit of a giveaway question. It felt almost unfair then trying to explain that i had had some sense of elevated body temperature during the last few days dilation.
Oh dear. Dilation? One could see his mind racing: of what? For what purpose?
However, in the end, he pronounced my experience a “classic faint”, possibly related to post-op trauma and coming off the pain killers. Plus, maybe, standing up too fast. And the fact that i am secretly a lizard and, even under supposed stress was still turning in a BP of 110 over 70…
So go home. Lie down. If i feel a migraine coming on, its back to the painkillers…and that’s about that.
I’m not totally healthy. But i’m not about to explode either. So that’s broadly good news. Am now feeling mostly better – albeit a tad light-headed.
i shall get some sleep and see what the morning brings.