Bit of a scare!
Posted: Thu 10 Sep 2009 4:20 pm
Hi All,
I had a bit of a scare last week. Whilst sitting at my desk at work, I was looking at my screen, and reading. Only thing is that the email I was reading didn't make sense. It was if words were missing from it. I read it again - different words missing this time!
Then I tried to move my head. Result! I had been totally unaware that words on the right were even there. No black outs, just... an absence of anything to my right, accompanied by the mildest of headaches.
Slight panic, but all was well within 10-15 minutes. Then it did it again. OK, I thought, Off to Eye Casualty. Which one? Moorfields (reasonably close to work) or my local one (10 mins walk from home). I went home.
Went to the hospital to find that the eye casualty unit no longer operates a "walk up" system, and I needed a letter of referral - but never mind, I can get one from A&E as long as I hurry - the eye dept. closes in an hour!
So I went down to A&E, was triaged and sent back to ophthalmology. The sister agreed that my symptoms were odd, and that I needed a visual field test. So I had one of those. I was then told that the department was closing, and that I should go home and return the following morning to see a doctor. So I went home!
Whilst at home, I had another episode of the disappearing right, but this time it was accompanied by a HUGE headache, and a bit of vomiting too. The headache was really bad, and it lasted about 4 hours.
Friday morning, and there I was back in the eye department. First I waited for them to find my notes, then for triage (again) and finally in the queue for a doctor for three hours. The very junior doctor was completely stumped. He called a consultant who was gobsmacked that the junior doctor hadn't taken my blood pressure. She then sent me to see the medics - I was to see a registrar at the very least, and to have an MRI scan. The junior was then instructed to escort me to A&E. He didn't know the way, so I had to show him!
In A&E now, and more waiting, being triaged yet again and bloods taken. Next thing I know I'm waiting for an MRI scan - they think I've had a mini-stroke.
Almost 4 hours since arriving at A&E, and I'm whisked upstairs... to a ward. Claire (who has by now arrived from work to be with me) asked why I was there. They allegedly didn't know, and certainly wouldn't tell me. It seems that A&E have a four-hour-rule, which sees them punished if they've not dispatched me (home or to a ward) within that time. Hrmph! I'm fed, and told to wait for the doctors. Claire is still trying to find out what's wrong. The MRI results come back and I haven't had a mini-stroke... but the ward nurses want me to wait for a doctor (on Monday, would you believe!) After a LOT of pestering from Claire (she really is a star!) the doctors agree to see me that evening. They eventually turned up at 9pm just as Claire is threatening to take me home. The doctors (three of them) then suggest that I needed a lumbar puncture. Neither Claire nor I were very keen on this idea. All the doctors would say is that they needed to do one because the MRI was negative. It all made no sense.
The doctors seemed very keen to keep me in, and promised to do the LP there and then. So Claire stayed with me. 10 o'clock (pm) came, and Claire then went home to fetch my things, as we were losing faith in the system.
The following morning (Saturday) came, and after breakfast, two doctors (the SHO and the registrar, but not the consultant) turned up, told me that they would do the LP now, and provided that the fluid drawn was clear (not bloody), I would be able to go home by noon. They then proceeded to attempt to stick a needle in me. Just as I was about to faint, Claire arrived (still a star!) and helped nurse me - as the nurses were completely absent. The SHO tried to do the procedure 3 times, then the registrar tried again about the same. All the results were the same... lots of pain, and no successful procedure. I was then promised (at 10am) that I would be seen by an anaesthetist, who was more experienced in the operation. Claire pointed out to me that I'd not signed a consent form.
By 5pm, Claire and I were very annoyed. Nothing was happening, and we tried to go home again. This time, the sister told Claire that I shouldn't go home, as they suspected a bleed on the brain, and urgently needed to see the LP results. Claire then agreed that I should stay - but remonstrated with them for not informing the patient... their response was to say that it wasn't their policy to tell patients what they thought to be wrong in case the patient sues them!
Apparently, I gave verbal consent to them for the LP - news to me - I'd say that I was bullied into it! The original registrar said that he would try again. At that time I started getting dressed to go home. He'd already caused me a lot of pain for no result, and I'd only agreed to stay to allow an anaesthetist to have a go. He agreed to call the anaesthetist again, and confirmed that I was on her list.
10.30pm, and I was finally put in a gown ready for theatre. The anaestheist was great. She explained everything, and made me sign a consent form. The Anaesthetist and her assistant and the nurse did a great job. They still took several attempts, but were very reassuring that all would be well.
I was back on the ward by 11.10 pm, and as I had to lie flat for four hours, decided to stay a further night; so I tried to sleep, and Claire went home again.
Claire turned up again the next morning (Sunday), and as the LP results were clear tried to take me home. The different registrar tried again to stop us leaving telling us that it was hospital policy to keep me in until the full microspopy results were in... on Wednesday! At that point, with no medical evidence to the contrary, I discharged myself, and Claire drove me home.
My back hurt as if I'd been kicked by a horse, but I had my own nurse to look after me. It's a lot better today, and I'll probably go back to work tomorrow.
In the meantime, does anyone have any suggestions as to the original vision loss? Was it likely a migraine as has been suggested?
[I've purposely not mentioned the name of the hospital; and I've not mentioned individual's names - because nobody ever introduced themselves!]
John
I had a bit of a scare last week. Whilst sitting at my desk at work, I was looking at my screen, and reading. Only thing is that the email I was reading didn't make sense. It was if words were missing from it. I read it again - different words missing this time!
Then I tried to move my head. Result! I had been totally unaware that words on the right were even there. No black outs, just... an absence of anything to my right, accompanied by the mildest of headaches.
Slight panic, but all was well within 10-15 minutes. Then it did it again. OK, I thought, Off to Eye Casualty. Which one? Moorfields (reasonably close to work) or my local one (10 mins walk from home). I went home.
Went to the hospital to find that the eye casualty unit no longer operates a "walk up" system, and I needed a letter of referral - but never mind, I can get one from A&E as long as I hurry - the eye dept. closes in an hour!
So I went down to A&E, was triaged and sent back to ophthalmology. The sister agreed that my symptoms were odd, and that I needed a visual field test. So I had one of those. I was then told that the department was closing, and that I should go home and return the following morning to see a doctor. So I went home!
Whilst at home, I had another episode of the disappearing right, but this time it was accompanied by a HUGE headache, and a bit of vomiting too. The headache was really bad, and it lasted about 4 hours.
Friday morning, and there I was back in the eye department. First I waited for them to find my notes, then for triage (again) and finally in the queue for a doctor for three hours. The very junior doctor was completely stumped. He called a consultant who was gobsmacked that the junior doctor hadn't taken my blood pressure. She then sent me to see the medics - I was to see a registrar at the very least, and to have an MRI scan. The junior was then instructed to escort me to A&E. He didn't know the way, so I had to show him!
In A&E now, and more waiting, being triaged yet again and bloods taken. Next thing I know I'm waiting for an MRI scan - they think I've had a mini-stroke.
Almost 4 hours since arriving at A&E, and I'm whisked upstairs... to a ward. Claire (who has by now arrived from work to be with me) asked why I was there. They allegedly didn't know, and certainly wouldn't tell me. It seems that A&E have a four-hour-rule, which sees them punished if they've not dispatched me (home or to a ward) within that time. Hrmph! I'm fed, and told to wait for the doctors. Claire is still trying to find out what's wrong. The MRI results come back and I haven't had a mini-stroke... but the ward nurses want me to wait for a doctor (on Monday, would you believe!) After a LOT of pestering from Claire (she really is a star!) the doctors agree to see me that evening. They eventually turned up at 9pm just as Claire is threatening to take me home. The doctors (three of them) then suggest that I needed a lumbar puncture. Neither Claire nor I were very keen on this idea. All the doctors would say is that they needed to do one because the MRI was negative. It all made no sense.
The doctors seemed very keen to keep me in, and promised to do the LP there and then. So Claire stayed with me. 10 o'clock (pm) came, and Claire then went home to fetch my things, as we were losing faith in the system.
The following morning (Saturday) came, and after breakfast, two doctors (the SHO and the registrar, but not the consultant) turned up, told me that they would do the LP now, and provided that the fluid drawn was clear (not bloody), I would be able to go home by noon. They then proceeded to attempt to stick a needle in me. Just as I was about to faint, Claire arrived (still a star!) and helped nurse me - as the nurses were completely absent. The SHO tried to do the procedure 3 times, then the registrar tried again about the same. All the results were the same... lots of pain, and no successful procedure. I was then promised (at 10am) that I would be seen by an anaesthetist, who was more experienced in the operation. Claire pointed out to me that I'd not signed a consent form.
By 5pm, Claire and I were very annoyed. Nothing was happening, and we tried to go home again. This time, the sister told Claire that I shouldn't go home, as they suspected a bleed on the brain, and urgently needed to see the LP results. Claire then agreed that I should stay - but remonstrated with them for not informing the patient... their response was to say that it wasn't their policy to tell patients what they thought to be wrong in case the patient sues them!
10.30pm, and I was finally put in a gown ready for theatre. The anaestheist was great. She explained everything, and made me sign a consent form. The Anaesthetist and her assistant and the nurse did a great job. They still took several attempts, but were very reassuring that all would be well.
I was back on the ward by 11.10 pm, and as I had to lie flat for four hours, decided to stay a further night; so I tried to sleep, and Claire went home again.
Claire turned up again the next morning (Sunday), and as the LP results were clear tried to take me home. The different registrar tried again to stop us leaving telling us that it was hospital policy to keep me in until the full microspopy results were in... on Wednesday! At that point, with no medical evidence to the contrary, I discharged myself, and Claire drove me home.
My back hurt as if I'd been kicked by a horse, but I had my own nurse to look after me. It's a lot better today, and I'll probably go back to work tomorrow.
In the meantime, does anyone have any suggestions as to the original vision loss? Was it likely a migraine as has been suggested?
[I've purposely not mentioned the name of the hospital; and I've not mentioned individual's names - because nobody ever introduced themselves!]
John