Hellish weeks to come.....

We left off last where I had just taken another dose of steroids at home.... I don't know much about steroids and how they work etc,...

Monday, 19 February 2018

Hellish weeks to come.....


We left off last where I had just taken another dose of steroids at home....


I don't know much about steroids and how they work etc, so I really was in the dark about the effects they would have. My mum, being an ex-nurse, had some experience but on, what we didn't know at the time, much smaller doses.

In fairness, the doctor at the hospital had not really explained any sort of possible side-effects or normal effects that they could give. He hadn't even told us what dosage I had been put on.

I had been put on 500mg tablets, twice daily. My mum was shocked when she found out that was what I had been put on with no advice about them at all. This stuff was STRONG.

Day in and day out for 2 weeks I took these tablets. Day in and day out I was having hallucinations, anxiety, paranoia, and BP that was juuuust a little high.. ( 180/140 at its highest )

I was screaming because the curtains were moving, I was crying because my door was knocking due to the wind. My mum described it like I had been regressed to a child who was having nightmares but awake.

The only way I can describe it is as, the worst possible two weeks of my entire life. It was like I had actually been sent to hell. I was imagining things I didn't think were possible. I genuinely thought there was a creature under my bed trying to grab me. So much so that I put stuff to block under my bed and always slept right up against the wall so it couldn't get to me. I wouldn't have wished that on my worst enemy (and there are some people I really truly hate).

One of the days I was convinced that there was something wrong with me. Something that had to be checked out. I called mum and she came running and I explained that I needed to see a doctor, that second. She called the ambulance service because she was just frightened of what was happening to me. They promptly sent an ambulance.

The paramedic came up to my room, mum and I explained what I was being treated with and explained why they had been called. The paramedic did not seem impressed with why they had been sent, you could see it in his face, but he promptly said "Whilst we are here, we may as well check you out" so he put the blood pressure cuff on my arm, needless to say, when he saw the numbers he went a little bit more professional and, what seemed at the time, slightly grey. That is the day my BP was 180/140. The paramedic promptly said, "Okay.. your blood pressure is actually quite high so we will be taking you back to the hospital to be seen properly".

Great... here we go again!

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