Accident and Emergency in Tampere Hospital.
The last time I went to A&E for myself was when the wind slammed and locked a car door on my thumb in 2003…I was kinda hoping it would have been the last time ever but nope. Fate had other plans.
The following contains icky medical stuff so if you are squeamish or easily grossed out or a complete immature wuss who plans to make fun of me later for what I’m admitting to the world than you can just pander off into some other blog. Ok? Thanks.
It all started on Friday afternoon. I was setting the house to rights in order to prepare for a loooooong awaited weekend away with my in-laws in Tampere. That’s when I noticed that I was getting the tale-tale signs of cystitis (UTI for the North Americans). I have only had one of these blasted annoying infections as a teenager and as such thought that my antibiotics still in date and brought all the way over from England would have done the trick, especially considering that it was close to being too late to make an appointment with a GP.
So off we went driving up north and stopping at every other service station. I was uncomfortable but everything was under control.
I’m currently in the process of making a special handbag for my sister-in-law whose fashion taste is good…but almost the opposite of me so I needed her to go fabric shopping and on Saturday we ventured off in search for fabric, which in Finland is not an easy thing to do. We ended up buying a duvet cover and intend to shread that….wait….digressing…back to the medical stuff. My sister-in-law noticed that I was uncomfortable and that I needed to use the necessity more than a pregnant woman and started asking me if I wanted to go home. I was determined to get all of our shopping done and after struggling to get a birthday present for a 12-year-old boy (seriously what do they want? Still baffled) I was uncomfortable enough to the point that I gave up and just bought some American imported candy.
That evening the uncomfortable-ness started to merge into pain. But I channelled my inner Xena and decided to duke it out….stupid mistake #2.
I could not sleep a wink that night. My stomach was cramping akin to the worst monthly cramps and a huge shooting pain nestled in my lower back was so strong that I could not find any comfortable position nor any relief. Around 5am I woke Ville up as I had no idea what to do. Never seeing the inside of a Finnish hospital and used to dealing with surely and dismissive English doctors I was scared and really really did not want to go into hospital. Only one choice was available.
We arrived around 5:30 am. Samples and temperatures were taken and I was ushered into a waiting room where we waited…..and waited….and waited…
Whilst I do appreciate and understand just how busy A&E doctors are I was losing patience as my pain reached levels that I would rate a 10 on that frowny-face chart. My breathing became heavy and erratic, I could not get comfortable in any position and so was left half-hovering over a chair. I couldn’t contain the moans that erupted from my mouth causing stares and embarrassment and in a final need for some sort of stress and pain release I started to cry, nay bawl like a little pathetic pansy. This is where Super-Ville stepped in and I cannot tell you how grateful I am for him getting my appointment slot moved up.
This was now sometime near 7:30am, a woman who looked like she had a nasty flu had complained that she had been there since 4:00am. I could empathise but there was no way I was going to give up this slot.
The doctor, whose bedside manner was wonderful even though it was evident she was stressed got me some killer pain meds and a shot that made me go all blissfully loopy loopy. Though to be honest if I were offered an epidural at the same time I would have gladly taken it.
My simple infection had started to turn into a full-blown kidney infection….which if we hadn’t caught it when we did would have necessitated a couple-of-days hospital stay and intravenous drugs.
Lessons learned: Erythromycin is crap at clearing up cystitis and once symptoms are felt get yourself to a doctor STAT!
I’m better now. I still have the all-powerful drugs that make me sleepy and dippy when the pain comes back but it looks like I am on the mend.
I wanna to give a shout-out to all those who helped with prayers and actions, especially to my man who stood up an insisted I get seen sooner. Thanks mucho. I also want to apologise for missing that 12-year-old receiving the priesthood at church and for missing his party; sorry Valtsu.
…needless to say I was a tad occupied so I didn’t get any photos and a post on here without photos is ridiculous so I shall leave you with a little fun Ville and I got up to when he shaved off his beard in stages.
I am so freaked out how much of an American this makes him look
…or how Ned Flandersy this does...
Steemy glasses *giggle*
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