This morning ...
Jan. 29th, 2007 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wellinghall... I went to St Mark's hospital.
I'm cutting the rest because it's medical
The journey down was smooth, helped by Creatrix having made me a cup of tea before I went, and packing me up a breakfast to eat on the train - I was out of the house by 6.40. I got to the hospital 20 minutes before my appointment, then wasn't seen until 25 minutes after the stated time - bl**dy annoying when it's the (joint) first one of the day.
The clinic appointment was fairly pointless - the doctor didn't know what medication I was on, what procedures I'd had during the year, or anything about the study I had been asked to take part in (MRI v capsule endoscopy for small bowel surveillance). They're going to do a full set of scopes (upper and lower colonoscopy, capsule endoscopy, possibly plus this MRI thing) "during 2007".
Then they wanted blood. The nurse had got as far as putting on the tourniquet before I was sweating and nearly vomiting. So they left it. They let me lie down for a bit, and gave me a glass of water.
I'm going to talk to my GP about this. Partly to find out if there's anything else they can look at - monitor on finger, urine, stools, cheek swab, whatever. And partly to see if there's anything they can do to calm me down (although two Temazepam barely take the edge off it) - even if they can find some alternative to blood tests, I'm probably going to need IVs every so often.
After I had gone through the paperchase that is the NHS appointments system, I got myself a tea and a pain au chocolat from the cafe, and had them on the tube back into London. The journey back was also smooth, and I was in the office by about 11.20.
I'm cutting the rest because it's medical
The journey down was smooth, helped by Creatrix having made me a cup of tea before I went, and packing me up a breakfast to eat on the train - I was out of the house by 6.40. I got to the hospital 20 minutes before my appointment, then wasn't seen until 25 minutes after the stated time - bl**dy annoying when it's the (joint) first one of the day.
The clinic appointment was fairly pointless - the doctor didn't know what medication I was on, what procedures I'd had during the year, or anything about the study I had been asked to take part in (MRI v capsule endoscopy for small bowel surveillance). They're going to do a full set of scopes (upper and lower colonoscopy, capsule endoscopy, possibly plus this MRI thing) "during 2007".
Then they wanted blood. The nurse had got as far as putting on the tourniquet before I was sweating and nearly vomiting. So they left it. They let me lie down for a bit, and gave me a glass of water.
I'm going to talk to my GP about this. Partly to find out if there's anything else they can look at - monitor on finger, urine, stools, cheek swab, whatever. And partly to see if there's anything they can do to calm me down (although two Temazepam barely take the edge off it) - even if they can find some alternative to blood tests, I'm probably going to need IVs every so often.
After I had gone through the paperchase that is the NHS appointments system, I got myself a tea and a pain au chocolat from the cafe, and had them on the tube back into London. The journey back was also smooth, and I was in the office by about 11.20.
