Pointer 2: Kittens!
May. 8th, 2015 05:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
livIt's the day after the election. We're probably doomed. And ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ghoti has provided that well-known antidote to bad news: KITTENS! So I recommend you should all go and look at teeeeeny new-born kittens until you feel enough better to figure out what to do next.
I am not refraining from posting about the election because I have awesome self-control, but rather because I have no time. And I want to come at least close to the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
three_weeks_for_dw challenge I've set myself. Hence, kittens.
Last night the NHS's rather robotic triage system sent me to Urgent Care. I think an appointment at quarter to midnight at Urgent Care is better for both me and the NHS than hanging around in A&E, but it's still not very good, because I patently didn't need it and they weren't able to help with what is wrong with me.
Basically, the doctor verified that I'm not in imminent danger of keeling over; I'm not having a heart attack even though a chest which is in pain ticks the chest pain boxes, I have absolutely no signs of asthma, and my circulation is delivering oxygen properly to my body. She was kind but made it clear she didn't really have time to help me deal with painful breathing that isn't in fact life-threatening. Her best attempt at a diagnosis was "maybe muscular?" but I'm fairly sure that was a wild stab in the dark. A friend said that in similar circumstances he'd been told it was probably inflamed membranes, which is my best guess too though I was trying so hard not to self-diagnose.
We had a fairly sensible discussion about the risks of aspirin, and concluded I can probably get away with it. So I went home, took aspirin, did not trigger any asthma, and slept throught the night. Today I feel much the same, as yesterday, really unpleasantly sore but not actually ill. I will try to use this as a motivation to register with the GP like I've been meaning to, cos in my heart of hearts I knew all along this is more a GP sort of thing than an emergency thing.
Many thanks to everybody who send supportive messages here, on Twitter or by text. I felt really cared for.
ghoti has provided that well-known antidote to bad news: KITTENS! So I recommend you should all go and look at teeeeeny new-born kittens until you feel enough better to figure out what to do next.I am not refraining from posting about the election because I have awesome self-control, but rather because I have no time. And I want to come at least close to the
three_weeks_for_dw challenge I've set myself. Hence, kittens.Last night the NHS's rather robotic triage system sent me to Urgent Care. I think an appointment at quarter to midnight at Urgent Care is better for both me and the NHS than hanging around in A&E, but it's still not very good, because I patently didn't need it and they weren't able to help with what is wrong with me.
Basically, the doctor verified that I'm not in imminent danger of keeling over; I'm not having a heart attack even though a chest which is in pain ticks the chest pain boxes, I have absolutely no signs of asthma, and my circulation is delivering oxygen properly to my body. She was kind but made it clear she didn't really have time to help me deal with painful breathing that isn't in fact life-threatening. Her best attempt at a diagnosis was "maybe muscular?" but I'm fairly sure that was a wild stab in the dark. A friend said that in similar circumstances he'd been told it was probably inflamed membranes, which is my best guess too though I was trying so hard not to self-diagnose.
We had a fairly sensible discussion about the risks of aspirin, and concluded I can probably get away with it. So I went home, took aspirin, did not trigger any asthma, and slept throught the night. Today I feel much the same, as yesterday, really unpleasantly sore but not actually ill. I will try to use this as a motivation to register with the GP like I've been meaning to, cos in my heart of hearts I knew all along this is more a GP sort of thing than an emergency thing.
Many thanks to everybody who send supportive messages here, on Twitter or by text. I felt really cared for.
