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Diary of an Asthmatic in Hospital

I knew that things were going too well, this winter is the only the 2nd time in 8 years that I have avoided a Hospital capture pre Christmas and it I was struggling and I wasn’t particularly well but I was avoiding hospital and that was the main thing. Unfortunately I developed a chest infection over the Christmas and New Year period and despite my best efforts I was finally admitted to Hull Royal Infirmary on Wednesday 9th January. This was only a short stay though and I escaped on Friday 11th.

Unfortunately my reprieve was short lived and in the early hours of Thursday 16th January I was re-captured, this time to my second home, Diana Princess of Wales Hospital in Grimsby. After a few hours in re-sus which is mainly a blur to me I was transferred to the High Dependency Unity.

My hospital diary begins from there (apologies for spelling or grammatical errors as I write this from my hospital bed, high on morphine and with the shakes as a result of my salbutamol nebs).

Day 1 – Thursday 16th January

From what I am told and from what I can remember my wife rang for an ambulance at just after 4am I continued to struggle and was getting no relief from my nebuliser. Apparently by the time I arrived in re-sus I was not too well but the re-sus team did a good job on me, dishing out the usual back to back nebs, oxygen, IV Magnesium, Hydrocortisone etc, they even managed to get an Art line stitched in which helped for getting the blood gasses. One stabilised I was transferred straight to HDU. The rest of the day was fairly unremarkable as I spent time resting and recovering. Regular followers of my social media accounts and this blog will know that I am obsessed about photographing my hospital food and so with little else to do that is what I did and posted a description of the food along with the photos on Facebook and Twitter.

A Twitter friend of mine (@dggreen from Evergreen Nebulisers) retweeted pictures of my Meal copying in TV chef James Martin (who famously campaigned for better hospital food) and by his response I don’t think that he was impressed at the quality!

As Thursday drew to a close I re-aquatinted my self with some of my hospital friends such as my NIV ventilator, my high pressure oxygen mask and a nebuliser which was older than me and a much needed fan.

Day 2 – Friday 17th January 2019

The second day of this admission and I am already struggling both mentally and physically. Mentally I am down at missing the funeral today of a good mate, Charlie. We weren’t necessarily the closest of mates but whenever we got together (usually over a pint) we would stubbornly argue about the important things in life such as football (he was a Plymouth fan where I am a Scunthorpe United fan) and cricket, he knew that I loved Yorkshire CCC and he loved winding me up saying how bad they were and that there should be no Yorkies in the England test team. We were both very stubborn, very passionate and neither of us would ever back down or concede that we were wrong. That’s probably why we got on so well, he was a bloody pain in the arse, a great character and very good company. RIP my friend and I am truly gutted not to be out with the guys now helping them give you the send off that you deserved!

RIP Charlie (photo taken from Facebook – sorry for not asking Roy)

Another reason that I am feeling a bit down is that I know that I won’t be able to make it to the Scunthorpe United v Sunderland match tomorrow. Our biggest game of the season in front of what is likely to be played in front of our biggest attendance of the season as we aim to extend our winning run to 5 games.

Physically the last 36 hours have taken it out of me and during this admission I have already had a further 3 asthma flares and 2 hypos just for good measure. I am told that if I remain stable for approximately 24 hours they will look at transferring me from HDU to the respiratory ward (C5). That would at least be a positive and is the first step towards escaping.

I did manage a couple of hours sleep last night (Thursday) but I have struggled today so much so that I couldn’t even eat my meals, at the moment I am only eating sandwiches. Needless to say though I did manage to get a couple of photos of my meals before sending them away untouched, it would be harsh for me to comment on the quality of todays meals without actually tasting them, but todays NHS a la carte offerings today consisted of Fish, wedges (wedges is a delicacy at Grimsby hospital and is served with every meal!!!!!) and garden peas. This evenings delight was a jacket potato with cheese.

So Friday was hardly party central but at least I had some visitors in the form of my parents in the afternoon and my wife this evening.

Day 3 – Saturday 19th January 2019

I write this retrospectively and I don’t really want to go into too many details but it was not a good day. I was transferred to ward C5 but that was the only real positive on a day that left me doubting myself and receiving conflicting comments on my condition from different people. Needless to say I got myself wound up, angry and even upset. I posted the below on my Facebook page early on Sunday

During virtually every hospital admission I have a day or a point where I hit rock bottom, sometimes it can be a tough day mentally / emotionally and sometimes it can be just a bad day physically & health wise. Yesterday was a very bad day for both reasons which almost resulted in me signing myself out but this morning I feel a bit better and a lot more positive.

Thanks to Ann Wilson for yesterday, love you.



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