Off To Hospital

So for little old me the mighty NHS swung into action

Within seconds I had been put through to the ambulance service control centre. A lady spoke to me and I told her what was wrong and gave her my location.

"I'm going to stay on the phone until the ambulance reaches you. Don't worry they are on their way"

I then started to cry! I couldn't help it. I wasn't scared or even worried about myself.

It was just something about the cool, calm way that she spoke to me. 100% professional; I just knew that I was in good hands.

Within minutes I saw the blue flashing lights and as the ambulance swung into the space in front of my truck I felt as if this was all a dream.

The crew helped me into the ambulance and soon had me wired up. I was given an aspirin to crunch to try and open up my blood vessels and a spray under my tongue to try relieve my pain. That didn't work.

A quick blast down the road and we arrived at Queen Elizabeth Hospital, King's Lynn.

Into the emergency dept and it was all a blur as tests were done and I was seen by the doctor. I was given some drugs and told to rest. Luckily for me in the grand scale of things mine wasn't a major attack.

There then followed a few days of tests etc while I waited for a bed at Papworth Hospital where any surgery or procedures would be carried out.

So I spent my time chatting, eating and sleeping while all the time being looked after by a group of fantastic nurses. Was I complaining!

A bed became available and I was told I'd be taken by ambulance the following morning down to Papworth near Huntingdon.

Two of us went down together for the hour long journey and the next stage of treatment.