Trauma of ICU

Finally I am able to sit down without getting upset or terrifying myself about my latest hospital admission specifically experience in ICU. The photo below may not look like much and you may think its a window and building but this is what has caused me to much trauma.

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Before anyone reads on please note this is just my feelings from it and my experience. The staff: nurses, support workers, physios and Dr’s were all fantastic and could not do anymore to help me.

This admission has rocked me so much. A lot more than any other has and I hope that I won’t ever get like this again.

There was a series of events I think which led to it all becoming too much once I got back to the ward and I guess basically I just broke down with fear that my asthma will kill me.

The lead up to being admitted was really rapid, as I said in my previous post where I spoke about the admission and how it went broadly speaking. What I didnt speak about was the true mental toll it took on me.

As with any trip to ICU in the back of your mind you know its not good because ICU is the end of the road in terms of hospital care you cant get any more treatment beyond what they an offer. I have been to ICU so many times, I cant even count the number of times I have been admitted there and come out the other end.

Once up in ICU there was the usual battle of trying to get a arterial line in which again failed and we decided to stop short of a cut down thank goodness as this caused me to lose the feeling in my left thumb and part of palm. High flow oxygen running various IV infusions and I had this feeling of being safe. I was in ICU and would be ok. Next came review from the consultant who said if things did settle next step is being intubated and ventilated.  I have had the said to me several times so I didnt think much more about it.

It was not until I came back to the respiratory ward that mentally I really found it tough. After starting to feel much better and access being an issue I was keen to be weaned off some of the infusions I was on. This didnt go to plan and a few hours after I really didnt feel to great so I let them know. Junior drs came to review and were concerned. It was late on in the day and about 7pm my own consultant came round to review me- that in itself freaked me as he was not even on the ward team but he came through. He wanted everything put back to the previous doses, have a whole load of nebulisers and be moved to the high care bay for close observations.

It was the move to the high care bay that brought so much flooding back and I felt that I just couldn’t cope at all. I have been in the high care bay before and never had any issues. I already felt quite on edge because by this point I had been seen by 2 consultants out of hours who came to listen to my chest and see how I was, have all my medications increased again and being moved. The move was what was enough to tip me over the edge. Once moved and settled I looked up and out the window and could see the ICU. The photo from above is below and I have marked where the ICU is.

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The combination of what the consultant said in ICU, and then getting worse on the ward and having consultants review me when they would not normally see you come in to review you and then seeing ICU again and the Dr’s talking about taking you back there was just too much. I think it was also because on the ward I was on the maximum treatment for my chest and just not getting better. The consultant was worried because I had been given 36mg of salbutamol via nebulisers with little effect. Thankfully they kept persevering and my airways did slowly start to open and breathing became easier.

Its fine when you are acutely unwell and everyone is buzzing around you making sure your ok, listening to your chest, giving you nebulisers, doing your observations you dont get much time to think or worry about not being able to breathe. Its once your that bit better and left alone and normally left with the parting words- “rest and try to get some sleep” and the lights go out. That is when it hits you. Still feeling not great and still finding breathing a real challenge sleep is the last thing you are able to do. Its a very strange feeling when you are so exhausted you want to sleep but scared to sleep at the same time. Being in the dark makes everything much worse and I just got so scared. I couldn’t help but break down. I was able to speak to a nurse but they could not offer much as its not like there is a magic pill that makes fear go away and because of my chest not being great they cant give you anything to help you sleep. At night with less staff around at night they don’t have the time to stop and speak to you and make sure your ok. but at that time it was all I wanted. They did then send a nurse practitioner up who was great but even he said that the psychological support at night was awful and as nurses we are not good at dealing with things unless numbers tell us something.

Over the course of that night as my chest came and went some nurses kept coming and saying to me all my numbers were looking better so I am doing ok. I think this is one of the statements I hate more than anything. I don’t care that my numbers may be ok or better I still feel like crap and having good numbers does not help with the crippling fear I am experiencing.

Once morning finally came around I felt really stupid for getting so upset but was able to have a chat with the Dr about it. I knew it was a vicious cycle of being upset, makes my breathing worse, which makes me more upset as I get scared it means going back to ICU but it is so hard to get out of that cycle.

The fear of what happened is still plaguing me. More so than normal. I can rationalise going to ICU and the need for their help but this time is just different and I cant get it all out my head.

I am a week out of hospital now and really feel like I am no further forward than I was day 1 post discharge. Everything feels just as hard. I have no idea why. Part of me wonders is it because of the biologic therapy that is making it harder to recover or has this all taken a much larger toll on me than I expected.

I have clinic next week and I hope to go through everything with my consultant and make sense of it all. I also hope he will have a reason for me feeling so rubbish despite being home from hospital.

I think this whole thing has just highlighted that no matter how many asthma attacks you have, or how many hospital admissions you never know when you will hit breaking point or when you just cant keep fighting.

Passive smoking……what does it mean???

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I cannot count the number of posts I have done about smoking, passive smoking, the smoking ban and how it effects my lungs and the lungs of many others like me.

It really hit me the other day after parking my car in the carpark at work and walking the 200m to get into the hospital how many people I had to pass firstly at the pedestrian crossing, then the pavement to get to the narrow walkway to get inside the doors and then the narrow walkway itself and the doors was just like running a gauntlet and taking your life into your hands.

24….thats how many people (patients) I had to pass who were smoking on the short 200m walk. It is sickening to have so many people.

Im not sure those who are smoking really understand just what the effect is on other people as there is no way to liken it to anything else. I can never explain the mental and physical negative effects that it has on me (and Im sure I am not alone in those thoughts).

The fear I have is unreal. I am terrified that this is what may happen AGAIN

Both these photos are from the effects of passive smoke which hit me when I was no expecting it. The first photo was just before going to ICU after spending about 8 hours in resus, getting stable, moved to assessment unit to then get bad and need ICU. The second was taken in ICU after someone smoking below my open window and me having an asthma attack.

The fear of having asthma attacks is like no other. There are theories that you can make someone run up stairs with a close peg on their nose and breathe through a skinny straw to simulate what it is like to not be able to breathe but they can always take the peg off and open their mouth.

In the photos above I was so tired I just wanted to give up and stop fighting but you cant. If you give up you risk being intubated or dying. This is the reality. So many people die from asthma attacks that come from triggers that are out with their control. It feels like you are being punished for something you didnt do. It is more than just the attack itself but the consequences that go with it- being off work, missing holidays, medication that causes side effects, family being so worried about you, family needing to look after you to name a few.

Before the ban on smoking there were visible smoking shelters and it never used to be a risk to just get from your car into a building. I am not saying that everyone used the smoking shelter but a majority did and the risk was greatly reduced which matters so much.

My biggest fear in life is having an asthma attack, so imagine being faced with your biggest fear on a daily basis multiple times. It seriously makes me wonder if working is really worth the risk. I don’t know who to speak to about it. I blogged about it, tweeted about it, spoken to my union and will just about tell anyone who will listen. I love my job but it is getting to the point of weighing up risk and reward especially with being on a new treatment. Can I really justify the expense this new treatment will cost the NHS vs exposing myself to a major trigger everyday and risk attacks which could jeopardise the success of the trial.

Anyone who can suggest or make a difference to the smoking obstacle course I face please let me know (I have tried using other entrances but this is an issue at other ones too). as I am desperate now.

 

May is asthma awareness month!!!

May is asthma awareness month. Asthma is a disease which is so misunderstood. Many will live with asthma quite happily and think ‘its just asthma’ but then there is the small portion of people who battle asthma everyday and just getting up in the morning is achievable because of a concoction of medication and then sadly there are those who live with a empty space in their family where a loved one has died as a result of asthma.

So this month my aim is to try and out something everyday which will show what you can do despite asthma, what asthma has stopped people doing, what asthma has caused, what we have learned from having asthma, the day in the life of someone with severe asthma, work and asthma, sport and asthma.

But for today I am going to start on a high and write about the good side of asthma, its not a great disease to have and has dictated most of my life but having said that if I didnt have asthma I would not have had the oppertunity to do some of the most amazing things which I am so proud of.

Just now my biggest honour really is to be part of the ‘Healthcare Hero’s’ Book. I received an email the other day titled ‘Getting our Hero’s Together’. I am hugely proud to be part of the Healthcare Hero’s but have difficulty thinking anything I have done is special. What I do is to try and benefit people but essentially as I have said before if I didnt do things I would curl up in a ball and become depressed about how much asthma has taken from me and what it has stopped me doing becoming a total recluse. To be in a book with some amazing people is a true honour. Just to be along side a man who engineered a device for his own heart so he didnt have t live a life on blood thinning drugs, or the amazing lady behind compassionate care who has sadly died but her husband is continuing her work. To read the stories in the book or online is eye opening just seeing what people will do. So tomorrow I am going to Manchester to meet up with the other Hero’s from the book and for me I will be celebrating World Asthma Day but also overcoming a really difficult time for me personally so by getting myself to Manchester will be a huge achievement.

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Having a piece of writing published in the British Medical Journal was also pretty awesome. What makes it more awesome is that I always struggled with writing throughout my school career and told I was lazy but it was not until I went to do my second degree of Nursing that it was discovered that I was dyslexic and pretty badly which meant I had a reader and scribe in exams and was given all this help to get me through my nursing. So maybe I would have done better than an E in English at school had I known I was dyslexic. I now have a purple cover when reading books and it makes life so much easier. Back then I never thought I wold ever be a published writer but I am. What is even greater is that it was a learning tool for Dr on how to treat an acute asthma attack and seeing this implemented in practice is awesome especially when I was in resus once and one of the Dr’s said they read this piece about the things asthmatics find helpful when having a severe attack. I was able to write to him on the paper and pen he offered me to say I wrote it. I was so chuffed that it has had an effect on some Drs practice.

My next thing which has helped me through the last few years is my involvement in Scotland Lacrosse. After moving from a field position to the goal (18years after last stepping in a goal) I never thought much of it but being able to play for the Scotland B team at Home Internationals was awesome but then after having to stop playing even in goal I was able to take on the position of Assistant Manager which I was kindly given the nickname AssMan (short for assistant manager) which I have decided to own. I am one for nicknames and never been called my real name except at work and research stuff so AssMan joins Tux, Olive, Ollie (of all spellings), Liv, Livi (again many spellings), Wivvers, Wheezer to name a few, I am sure there are more that I have forgotten (or intentionally forgotten). Being able to go to Florida with the Scotland team in the preparation for World Cup was amazing and probably once in a lifetime experience, but I will be able to see them in action at the World Cup as I will not be with the Scotland Team but will be joining the Technical Crew doing match statistics for the World Cup so will be front and central for most matches- although I will need a lot of concentration.

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But my proudest achievement is being part of the Asthma UK Centre for Applied Research as a Patient and Public Involvement lead and helping facilitate SPEAK Asthma- the children and young peoples group. Having a role like this has given me a totally new perspective on research and opened my eyes to how much researching actually going on.  It has also given many other opportunities such as speaking at the Annual Scientific Meeting (and crying during my speech but at least I wasn’t the only one who cried!), giving a lecture to Masters students who are doing a Masters in Clinical Trials, I have been able to go to many different things at the Scottish Parliament and was invited to the British Government last year but sadly due to my asthma I was not able to. I have also spoken at events with GSK and learnt about new medications which are coming out and also now do work with Astra Zeneca for their Patient Centricity program. It is so awesome all the things I have had the chance to do because of the centre let alone all the things I do with them such as lay summary reviews, PhD application reviews, help PhD students, the list is endless and I love every minute of it even when not feeling 100% I still want to go to things as its such a great centre and has really given me my life back and given me something to do when I am not feeling great. It is putting a really big positive spin on a bit of a rubbish situation.

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I have things coming up in the near future which I am looking forward to such as the Usher Institute Showcase and being involved in things with the European Respiratory Society as well as getting emails from a variety of different researchers (not part of the centre but from all over the world) who have read this blog and want to get in touch.

I guess having things I am proud of really do keep me going when things are not so good. I was able to draw on these things when I was last in hospital and didnt think I was that unwell but was as my best friend thought I was drunk with the messages I was sending but the admission was really hard especially the 3rd time the ITU Drs came to see me and this was after being discharged from ICU but kept getting worse again and I really thought I didnt have the fight left in me to keep going and not let the attack get the better of me but thinking about all these things I am proud of makes the fight worthwhile- that and thinking of all the Scotland players as they do their insane strength and conditioning stuff- I guess asthma attacks are my version of strength and conditioning although an asthma attack burns and insane amount of calories as I found out from waring my FitBit during one attack!!!

But keep hold of the positive things in your life and these will keep you going and help you reach and achieve your goals no matter how big or small they are.

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(I got this bracelet from a really good friend who knows just how tough life is with rubbish lungs but this saying says it all!!)

2016 Round Up!

2016 has been a pretty awful year. There have been highs but there has also been some mega low points so like much of the world I am looking forward to 2017 and to it being better than this year has been.

January, I guess the start of the year set it off, after being admitted to the intensive care unit on Hogmanay with my asthma. This really took it out of me as for the first time I could not work out what went wrong and why I went downhill so quickly. It still haunts me to this day about how it all went off so quickly.

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Then after being discharged too early (i am one who will go as soon as possible but this time I wasn’t and knew I shouldn’t be going home but the Dr’s were not listening!). So two weeks after discharge I got readmitted and spent my 30th birthday on the respiratory ward which I know all to well. So I guess its not too bad as I knew who everyone is etc but its not the best feeling.

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Photo from on my 30th birthday. At this point I didnt think the year could get much worse. I was off work so long and really worried about being able to keep working. January was one long fight and I was so glad so see the back of it.

February was a better month. Spending time with my nephew making pancakes and also being part of the Scotland squad. Despite the my last hospital admission occurring mid Scotland training weekend I was still able to trial for Home Internationals in Guildford Surrey later in the year so it gave me focus. Having that focus was a huge thing for me and a real positive in what seemed like a whole heap of negativity.

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March was my nephews 3rd birthday- so always a good time to spend with the family celebrating and eating cake!!! I also went to the Scottish Parliament again in March with Asthma UK for the cross party group on Asthma. This was the last one held and there has not been another one this year which is a bit sad as Scotland really is leading the way with asthma research and big data research looking at whole populations in databases rather than bit parts. Hopefully we will have another CPG again soon. At the end of march I also moved house. I moved from my 1 bed first floor flat to a 2 bed top floor flat just round the corner from where I used to live. It was the best move ever!!!

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April- this was the start of the year becoming good. The hard work I put in paid off. My asthma was semi under control. Or as under control as I could get it. But I was able to travel to Guildford Surrey as part of the Scotland B squad for Home Internationals playing England, Wales and Ireland. It was a dream since I was at school to play for Scotland, pull that blue or white shirt on and sing Scotland the Brave in front of a crowd. I got to do it and it may not be much to some people but it was the most awesome feeling. I enjoyed it so much and was really proud to have been selected.

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My club team also won the final four weekend of the Mixed clubs tournament which was great!

May- there was more lacrosse. Capital won the MacRobert Mixed Tournament, Capital won Community Engagement Club of the Year along with Edinburgh City for the after school club we run. I was also elected as Development Director for the Lacrosse Scotland Board. It was a big month lacrosse wise but also it saw world asthma day which was a much quieter affair this year than previous days. Softball and the Laxadaisicals started back up for the season!! Softball was great to keep team spirit up while there was not so much Lacrosse going.

June was a huge month and one of the most positive months of the year. Mainly because I was so busy but also because through March, April and May I had been trying not to do so much to enable my lungs to be good for what was going to hit them. We started off with a trip to Italy for my Mum’s 60th Birthday. It was amazing. A big villa in the mountains with all the family just about. My older step sister and her kids couldn’t make it due to school and the fact my youngest nephew was not born yet!!!

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June continued to be an awesome month as I travelled to London to join some americans who were over from America. We formed a team called International Inferno. The girls were from Florida Southern University and their coach Kara who had just won the NCAA Div 2 Championship. I joined them in London for a weekend and had a great laugh getting to know them and playing lacrosse with them. To say I was slightly nervous was an under statement as they have come off the back of a championship win and I am a goalkeeper who has been in the goal about 6 months!!!

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After London it was a quick turn around and the travelled to Prague to join the team there for the Prague Cup. Prague was a great experience. We were second in the tournament but it was so much more than just coming second. Have made some great friends and hopefully will see them all again soon.

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(two missing from this photo of players!)

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Coach Kara Reber in the middle in yellow!!!

So as you can see June was a huge month!! July was a month for rest and recovery and thats what I did. I really feel my body took a hammering from the constant go go go but I wouldn’t change it. It was the really good pick me up and also the sort of finale to my lacrosse playing days. I was ambitious after Home Internationals but could not resist the chance to go and play in Prague etc. Im so glad I did it. Going with your gut it a great thing!

August started off with a trip to London to speak about living with severe asthma. This was a great opportunity as I was not speaking to your average people about asthma but I was speaking to the creme de la creme of asthma researchers and Drs. I was speaking to Drs who I have read about and wanted to be under because of their expertise in asthma. The likes of Ian Pavord and Adel Mansur. I was speaking to them to give them advice of what it is like to live with severe asthma, and the trials of living on steroids. It was a great experience and I ended up coming back with a new area of interest. I joined a group of paediatricians to collaborate with them on a bid proposal for a piece of research. It was amazing being part of something from the birth of it and the idea of it to the grant application. Also this was one of the first times I was a co-applicant on a bid. Something new for me (after this year not my last either!!). My high of the start of the month was short lived as not long after my return from London I ended up having a severe attack and ending up going to intensive care for a few days and then a further week or so in hospital. I kind of pushed to get out of hospital as had big plans in September which I was not prepared to give up on (I did end up not carrying out my plans but more of that to come). This admission was tough. Access was a nightmare, they couldn’t get an IV in. I ended up asking one of my colleagues from renal to come and try cannulate me but not even they could manage it which is so unusual- renal nurses get blood out of anyone!!! It took a while to get off the IV aminophylline as well. But we got there and I got home.

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This is a photo I like..I used my oxygen to blow up a frog balloon thing my nephew got on a magazine. I wasn’t able to blow it up (obviously- don’t think I could even now) but thought it was a funny photo!!!

September started off with me making difficult decisions. I pushed to get out of hospital because I had big meetings coming up. I had been invited by Astra Zeneca to come down and talk at their annual meeting which they were hosting in London ahead of the European Respiratory Society Conference. I went down to this and gave my talk. I made some amazing friends, one who has had their life changed by new drugs out there and the other who has asthma like me and can totally understand how it feels. Its not often you get someone who just understands but he does, and then you have someone who proves your life can be changed by drugs which has renewed my hope in the one day there will be a drug I can get which will change my life around.

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After the meeting I was meant to stay in London and meet up with Jess a fellow brittle asthmatic who I have spoken to for about 10 years after meeting on the asthma UK forum. I was also meant to be going to a meeting with the European Respiratory Society as a patient expert on a project they are involved in and finally I was also invited to the House of Commons for a drinks reception held by asthma UK but I decided to head home on the Friday night and miss these meetings as I just wasn’t well enough. I didnt get to meet Jess either but we both agreed there would be other times!! I also had clinic in September. I am lucky in that I can contact my consultant should I need to in-between clinic times so clinic is just a touch base time. Nothing was changed and we are just going to keep going as we are and tackle each blip as they come!!!

September I also took on the position of assistant manager (AssMan) of the Scotland Senior Womens Lacrosse team. I was so thankful for this. Since not playing I have really wanted to still be involved in Lacrosse but not knowing how, so by being asked to be AssMan I was thrilled. I have found I can still use some of my sports science background and help out with the exercise testing of the players and help with the goal keepers too. I really enjoy the job and so thankful for it.

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September ended with another new experience. I was interviewed for a book which I am being featured in. The book’s working title is Healthcare Hero’s and I am being featured because of the stuff I do for research and with lacrosse in spite of my asthma. But as I said to them at the end of the interview if I didnt do what I do I would be in a big depression and have nothing to live for. Its simple as that.

October was a quiet month. I didnt feel great most of it to be honest. I was back and forth to the Dr a fair bit and emailing my consultant to. I was not really bad but not great. That horrible in between time. I managed to hold out most of the month until my GP decided enough was enough and got me in to be seen. It was a useful admission as it meant we sorted out my main relief from the chronic lung pain I have from all the exacerbations but also got rid of this viral thing I had. It was pretty uneventful other than all the junior Drs were terrified of me as I sounded awful but not awful for me!!!

November was a fairly big month too. We had the annual scientific meeting for the Asthma UK Centre for Applied Research. This was hosted in Edinburgh so I got to stay at home but it was great to meet more PPI members who I have not met before. It was an interesting meeting and also amazing all the research which is going on. Later in November my best friend got married. My little brother payed the pipes. It was held in Edinburgh Zoo and it was an amazing day!! I loved every minute of it. I just wish I could have stayed to the end but my chest was just not up for it and I had to leave. But Jenni looked amazing and both her and Rich looked so happy.

Later my brother also got married up in Loch Tay. They had fantastic weather and could not have asked for a better day. Slightly chilly but clear, no wind and no rain. What more could you want.

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Me and my nephew at my brothers wedding.

December to where we are now. December brought the meeting of Jess and her beautiful and wonderful canine partner Xenna. We have waited 10 years to meet but once we met it was like we had always known each other. Poor Xenna didnt get fed till late one night because we were just chatting and didnt realise the time till she started whining at us. She got fed very soon after that don’t worry!!!

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(me making Jess look like she has a ta!!) It was so great to meet you!!! One of the strangest things happened though. When we were wanting around the museum Xenna kept staring at me and walking over to me. We think this was because she was picking up I wasn’t well and was getting chesty. She did it several times.

Sadly not long after Jess left I was admitted to hospital with a chest infection. Maybe Xenna was right and could detect I had a bad chest and was brewing something. Even though she is not trained for that. It was very odd. The admission was fairly uneventful and I picked up ok but I was determined to get out and be ok for Christmas and be with my family. It was slightly stressful as didnt let everyone know I was admitted as it was rather routine but news got out. I just want to get on with admissions quietly and my own way unless I am critically ill and going to intensive care or high dependancy then I let everyone know as I would be AWOL otherwise!!!

Christmas came and went. A small quiet Christmas up north with my mum, step dad and youngest brother. It was a lovely time. The weather was awful- very windy, snowy, raining and cold but it meant we could stay in by the fire and reads books and chat.

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Today was back to work and face reality before Hogmanay and we welcome in 2017. Here hoping 2017 is a better year health wise than 2016 has been. I have to be honest it has been a long slog and really hard work. There have been some awesome highs but some really bad moments and some movements I never want to go through again.

Motto for 2016 has been Dum Spiro Spero

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Returning to work in a fog of smoke.

I have been back at work now on a phased return and it is going fairly well except for one part. When my chest feels tight I do find it a bit of a struggle to get from the car park to the hospital. The staff car park is the furthest out from the hospital and includes crossing the road that circles the hospital. It is not to far only about 400m probably but when your chest is tight it feels like a marathon.

To compound this staff seem incapable of waiting until they are either in their car or off the hospital site before they light up they cigarette and go on their way. I see them walking out the hospital cigarette and lighter in hand before they are even out the building- it is almost like you can see them itching to light it which they do as soon as they are out the building. It appears that they cannot survive without their nicotine that they don’t have a care for who is around them all they are focused on is lighting up and getting their fix not worrying about the effect they have on others as long as their cravings are satisfied.

I guess I am more sensitive to triggers now than I ever was before because of the attacks I have had since the start of the year- they terrified me and still haunt me. My lungs are still twitchy so any trigger will make me feel tight and wheezy. When I was off sick I longed to go back to work to have a purpose to the day and get back to the job I love but how can I do the job I love when getting into work I can only describe as running the gauntlet not knowing what I am going to have to go through just to get from my car and into safety of the hospital. This really hit me yesterday when I had 3 people in front of me smoking as I left the hospital to get to my car. I had to wait outside in the cold until they had moved far enough away that their smoke had dissipated and was no longer a threat. To me smoke is as much of a threat as a dangerous patient if not worse. You can’t call security for help from someone smoking but you can for a dangerous patient. I don’t mean to trivialise a dangerous patient but to me right now smoke is more of a danger to me than anything else. I don’t want an attack triggered- the fear of another asthma attack like I had grips me so hard I can’t shake it off.

I know you can’t go around dictating what people do but what I have huge difficulties with is that the hospital is meant to be a no smoking zone and there are signs everywhere which are just disregarded and no notice is taken of them. Many of the people I see out smoking are nurses. The same caring compassionate profession that I am in yet they really don’t actually care for those around them. There is nothing worse than being a patient and having a nurse come off their break smelling of smoke and you are sitting in a respiratory ward and could quite easily be set off just by the smoke that is lingering in their hair or on their clothes.

I think my issue that I have trouble accepting is that I did not choose to have my lungs like this. I am trying to do all I can to stay well and achieve what I want to do but I see all these people who choose to smoke and are choosing to do damage to their lungs and other peoples lungs. I do remember once I was subject to one persons smoke which caused me to have an asthma attack and go to hospital- the nurse’s smoke that caused the asthma attack was the nurse who ended up looking after me. I found this really hard.

I have rambled a little bit here but I am just so frustrated that by trying to work and get to work I am risking my own health to get inside the building. I have asked to move carpark to one that is closer so that the gauntlet I have to run is shorter and therefore the potential risk is much less but this is yet to happen and Im not sure if it will happen. It is a very small request but it does make me think what is the point of pushing myself to work when those around don’t want to try and help. To put it bluntly if those who smoke think about those around them and perhaps smoke only where they are meant to they would not effect other people, they would reduce the number of people who end up in hospital and therefore reduce their work load making their life easier.

This is a little bit off the deep end but its how I feel.

No wonder asthmatics don’t go to hospital early!

One of my previous posts I titled as the most terrifying experience. At the time I thought it was, but sadly it was not and last week it went to a whole new level of scariness.

I had not been discharged long but I needed up needing to go back to hospital.

It all started well. I was seen in resus and after a few hours was stabilised with IV Magnesium, IV Salbutamol, IV Hydrocortisone and lots of nebulisers driven by oxygen. All was going well. My care plan was being followed and all going well. Maybe a little to well!! Coming out of resus was where it all went downhill and led to the worst time I have ever had.

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Being moved from resus to IC/HD is always a good move so when they said I was moving I was happy. It meant I was getting better and on the road to recovery. This was not the case this time. There was a plan in place for when I was moved. To continue on back to back nebs to keep on top of my attack but this was not done. I had to wait an hour and a half and ask over 6 times to get a neb to be told by a nurse I was fine and he was too busy and would come back to be later. By this time my blood pressure was rising my heart rate was rising and my oxygen was dropping. This was not the time to say I was fine and he would come back to me. I felt the nurse didnt think I was ill. I thought he thought that because I was young I would be ok. I was not ok. I was terrified. It was harder and harder to breathe and I thought by going in early I would be seen early and be back out again. I kept asking for nebulisers and not getting them. writing it like that makes it sound like I was unhappy because I was not getting what I wanted but it was far from it. I was desperate for a neb. My chest was getting tight and I really couldn’t breathe. On top of that I was scared and thinking all this stuff about what might happen. Eventually I got to see a Dr who questioned why I had not had the nebs etc I was meant to. I felt relief at being given a neb but also because I thought the plan would be followed again.

I got two nebs but after that it all slipped away again. I tried to tell the nurse about my care plan but was told he didnt need to see it and wasn’t his concern. I kept asking for nebs but was being told he was too busy. I am sure he was busy but all the times he told me he was busy would have taken up more time than actually giving me a neb and the amount of time he had to look after me in the long run. I ended up using my own supply of nebules to treat myself as I felt so scared and want to get better. By this time I had had enough. I tried to get up so I could get dressed but I fell and really hurt my knee but at this point a combination of lethargy, fear, tiredness and the effects of the asthma attack were taking their toll and I decided it was time to self discharge myself. It was rash but I felt it necessary. It got the attention I needed and the Dr came over to see me with the nurse in tow. I also ended up being reviewed by intensive care. I told the nurse that this was all on him and if I went to ITU or had a prolonged admission it was on him and I strongly believe it was. His attitude was horrible and it has made me really question going into hospital and getting help. If I saw him again as I came into A&E I would refuse to go in as I really thought I may not get out of A&E in his hands.

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After falling and threatening to self discharge I was moved through to the assessment unit where I was in such a state they wanted to give me lorazepam to calm me down. Thankfully the Dr had been filled in on what had happened and knew I just needed out of A&E and I would be ok and they were right. The rest of the admission was fairly uneventful but I shall blog about it another time.

I wanted to concentrate on my experience in A&E. I have had so much time to think about it and the consequences of it. A few years ago the national review of asthma deaths was published highlighting the shocking statistics of asthma death and admissions to hospital. From this I tried my hardest to make sure I was very proactive with my treatment and get help quickly to as to make asthma less of a killer than it is. How can we do this if asthma is not taken seriously in hospital where it is meant to be safe and you are meant to be looked after.

I am lucky in that I have been to hospital a lot and luckily never had such an experience and I knew what I needed. What would have happened had I been new to asthma or not known what was happening. I was able to self medicate to make sure I was ok but others may not have been so lucky and the statistics would just get worse. 

The support I have received from Drs, and the respiratory nurses has been fantastic and I have had the help to come to terms with what has happened and also will get the help to put a complaint in about the treatment I received. It is important that feed back is given because if I have been so scarred by events imagine what someone else could have been. They may have taken themselves out of A&E and died from not getting help for their asthma. Its important to get the message out and get people to see how serious asthma is.

I have never made a complaint to a hospital about the treatment I received but I feel this time it is so important that I do for a number of reasons. I was still trying to come to terms with my previous hospital admission and how I went down hill so quickly in a safe environment, I also had lacrosse trials of Scotland and it was my 30th birthday which I had a number of plans for. All of which I missed as a result of the poor care I was given. I may be unfairly putting all the blame on one person and that person being the nurse but to me it is no
t unfair. The way in which I was spoken to and the lack of respect and care I was given has left a huge black mark and really scarred me. For my own sanity I need to deal with this and make it known what happened and what is being done to resolve it.

It will take a lot for me to get my confidence back and feel safe going to A&E again. I know I will have to go back to A&E at some point and the whole reason I do everything about raising awareness for asthma is to changes opinions of asthma and get people getting help early by taking it seriously. If I don’t feel confident and don’t go to hospital for help then I am a hypocrite and should stop doing all the raising awareness and campaigning I do.

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As you can tell this has left a really black mark on me and I will get over it but it will take time. I do want to add that as a nurse myself I do understand how busy days/nights can get and we can’t do everything the patient wants us to do but when you see them laughing and joking and talking about nights out standing round the computer it is fair to see and hear they are not as busy as they are saying and when I see them as a patient doing this it makes me really angry.

I would hate to be in this situation again which is why I am going to share it with everyone I can. I could have gone home but I managed to stay and ended up receiving some of the best care I have had and did get better. I was not able to trial for lacrosse, or be at home for my birthday or go to any of the planned meals etc but I am now home and will enjoy that.

For now I will continue in the work I am doing to make sure that asthma is taken seriously and awareness raised.

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