Right, I am in hunter-gatherer mode - I am going to hunt for my prescription and then gather some yummy Warfarin, courtesy of the local Boots pharmacy!
I had been feeling a bit rough before I went away, but in my typical head-in-the-sand way I decided to put off going to my doctor until I got back! (Yes, I know - doing that last year almost cost me my life ...
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I had been passing the local Boots a couple of weeks ago and thought I'd drop in and pick up some junior aspirin to act as a DIY anticoagulant until I got back. The woman at the till asked me why I wanted it, presumably thinking that I looked too old to have a 'junior' who would need it! I realised immediately how the conversation was going to go. She told me that she couldn't refuse to sell it to me because it wasn't a prescription drug, but she strongly advised against self-medication and suggested that I see my GP, which I promised I would.
I didn't have time to get an appointment before I went away, but I mentioned it to my sister and she gave me the final nudge and ferried me to Northampton General Hospital A&E on Sunday evening. The rest of the story has been posted above over the past few days.
Anyway, back to picking up my prescription today. The pharmacist did the usual safety check when handing over the Warfarin - had I taken it before, did I know my dose, the side-effects, and so on ... I said yes, and then thought I'd mention trying to buy junior aspirin and how impressed I was that they picked up on what I was doing and persuaded me to be more sensible. The pharmacist looked really pleased and she took me back round to the counter and gathered the sales staff and asked me to repeat what I'd just said. They all had big smiles on their faces after I thanked them, and I heard the pharmacist praising them, and telling them to keep up the good work!
Lol, the last time I had a drip in, the doctor struggled to find a vein in my hairy arms and tried the inside of the elbow, wrist, then back of the hand. A nurse came the next day and said it was the wrong type of drip but this time they would shave the wrist on the other arm to make the vein more visible. The blade was useless though and tore my wrist apart (multiple cuts), so they opted for the back of the hand again (like pictured).
Later that day another nurse came round to take my blood, 'I hear you have a problem giving blood' .......... a few seconds later, 'no problem'.
My illness had also resulted in me losing weight dramatically.
Needless (or should that be Needles) to say I came out of hospital looking like a junkie who had tried several suicide attempts
Yikes - that would definitely have had me out like a light!
I've managed to keep a lid on my needle-phobia over the last year, having had 3 cannulas fitted, 10 Heparin shots, and about 15-20 blood tests with only 1 actual faint, and a couple of wobbly moments!
As long as the nurse/doctor knows what (s)he is doing and gets it done quickly, without too much messing about, and preferably without causing too much pain, I can cope as long as I don't watch.
I've only had 1 time which actually hurt, and that hurt a lot and throbbed for about an hour. I've no idea what went wrong there because most of the nurses took the blood sample without any problems.