The Sunday Blog: I’m in a bad way
23rd March 2014
Sometimes your day doesn’t end the way you expected.
On Thursday morning when I woke up and kissed Tyrone goodbye as he left to go home to Shropshire for the weekend, I could have never imagined that I would also end my day in Shropshire.
To be honest, I’m not in great shape. I’ve been having problems with my hip for over a week now. Everyday I get out of bed and almost fall over because my leg can’t support me. I’ve been walking with a limp and it only takes about 10 minutes of walking for me to be in pain. It upsets me because it’s so embarrassing.
I tried to carry on with my life as normal. My friend Becky came to visit for a shopping day and, admittedly, we did do a lot of walking. However, I was enjoying myself and so I didn’t really think about it.
We went to an amazing restaurant called Almost Famous. I’ve been to the one in Manchester but they have recently opened one in Liverpool (they’re only two in the country). Basically, it’s a restaurant that throws out all the rules and work the way they want to work. By this I mean you have kitchen roll instead of napkins, you get your drinks in jars, and you don’t have any knives and forks. The restaurant is in the middle of nowhere and they don’t advertise a lot, so you have to find out about it by word of mouth. They make these massive burgers, that aren’t too expensive at all, but they are absolutely incredible! They are like a Man Vs Food challenge. Me and Becky has the Triple Nom, which is three cheese burgers and pulled pork on a brioche bun. Oh man it was food heaven!
Anyway, after I’d said goodbye to Becky I started to walk back to my flat. This is when I realised something was wrong. I was in agony with my hip. Reality kicked in when I got to the curb and I realised that I couldn’t pick up my left leg. I had to drag it up on to the pavement.
I called my mum as soon as I got in and cried down the phone. I was so scared as I was on my own as Ty had gone home. My mum told me to call an ambulance but I’m not that dramatic. I called the health centre and spoke to a doctor. He asked me to come and see him, and said he would stay late as it was nearly closing time. Although I only live 10 minutes away I knew I’d need a taxi to get me there. I realised I had no cash on me and panicked. Fortunately, I have an amazing friend, Sharon, who lives 15 minutes away from me, and so she came round with cash and waited for the taxi with me. I’m so damn grateful for her help!
I made it to the doctors and he examined me. He said I didn’t need to go to the hospital but he was concerned. He could feel spasms in my muscles and said it felt swollen. He wants to see me again to arrange for me to have some physiotherapy and to help me to see a specialist, considering the one did my last two operations doesn’t seem to give a shit any more. There is a good chance I have something like arthritis or something similar, and I could really do with having an MRI scan considering I have never had one before.
I left with a prescription for some really strong painkillers and anti-inflammatory meds. I called my mum who was worried to death, and she insisted that I come home for the weekend to rest. Either I came home or she would come to be. I packed an overnight bag and got a taxi to the train station. My mum and dad were there to pick me up at the other end.
I’ve spent the weekend off my feet, trying to relax and recover. Sleeping has been painful, even with the medication, but my parents have done a great job at looking after me, as usual. No doubt I’ve been spoilt by everyone. My mum dyed and cut my hair for me so I’m feeling a lot fresher after my weekend at home.
I’m going back to Liverpool today as I have lectures at the beginning of the week and coursework to be doing. I’m coming back home on Wednesday afternoon as I have an appointment to see a doctor in Oxford on Thursday. This is linked to my legal case that I am pursuing but I’m hoping I can get some advice in regards to my current situation. My mum is desperate for me to get some disability help as I have never received any before, but now I really need it as I’m struggling to get around. Taxis are expensive in the city, and I don’t drive or own a car. I am in desperate need of some support.
I can’t help but feel that the NHS have totally abandoned me. It’s as if nobody, except me friends and family, are willing to help me. It’s so bad that it’s potentially going to have an effect on my degree and thus my future.
I should be feeling pretty down, and although I’m not feeling quite myself, I am a lot happier now I have spent a lovely weekend at home relaxing. Saying this, I still managed to get lots of revision done.