I’m too tired to write creatively today, but it is important that I let people know how I am after my blood clot scare.
I had woken on two consecutive mornings with a badly swollen lower leg. See pictures below:
I just thought this was a case of my sock being too tight, but after calling a Community Nurse to seek reassurance I was warned that this could in fact be a blood clot. I suddenly started to panic. My main concern was making sure I would be able to attend a crucial meeting for the #SaveWILG Campaign that we have lined up for Tuesday [12th of February].
I was rightly made to phone the Out Of Hours Doctor. I explained the situation and I was told that a doctor would be out to see me during the afternoon. The hours passed and I eventually received a telephone call at 18.30. The doctor explained that there was no point in him coming out to see me as he would need me to go to A&E to have a blood test and scan on suspect area. I did not want to go because I knew that this would mean hours of waiting while pointlessly staring into space…
The doctor insisted that I needed to go because if it was a clot it could have travelled to my lung. Suitably scared I spent my Saturday evening playing I Spy in A&E reception. This was good fun for the first couple of hours but as we entered our fifth hour of waiting I had lost the will to live.
I spy with my short sighted little fucking eye, something beginning with…
I had entered the hospital at 19.30 and I was being hoisted into bed at 03.00. The doctor finally examined me at 02.15 and then said there would be a further wait for the results of my latest blood test. I politely told him that I was unable to wait any longer and was going home to bed. I made sure that he had plenty of contact numbers for me and my family and wished him a good night. [TO BE CLEAR, I AM NOT HAVING A GO AT ANY OF THE NHS STAFF THAT WERE ON DUTY. AS ALWAYS THIS DEDICATED TEAM OF PROFESSIONALS WERE EXTREMELY HELPFUL IN THE FACE OF UNRELENTING PRESSURE AND STRETCHED RESOURCES].
After a solid 6 hours sleep, my PA phoned the hospital to try to discover the results of my blood test. She was given short shrift and told that it was highly unlikely that a doctor would promise to give out test results over the telephone. I was looking at a return to A&E as my leg had swollen yet again, as can be seen in the pictures above. After a morning of worry, I decided to phone A&E again myself. This time I spoke to another member of staff who had no problem in telling me that the blood test had come back negative. He reassured me that the test was 99% reliable.
I will still visit my GP in the morning as a matter of urgency. I need to have my circulation assessed and find out what exactly has been causing the swelling if it is not a clot. I will ask for the Occupational Therapist to be alerted to the problem in the hope that they might recommend something to stop this happening again.
This is just another piece of valuable evidence that shows that I cannot cope without 24/7 support in my own home. I know it, you know it, the Welsh Government know it, but Wrexham County Borough Council continue to bury their heads in the sand and deny me my human right to independent living.
I will continue to fight against the scrapping of the Welsh Independent Living Grant by the Welsh Government and carry on my crusade to achieve justice for all disabled people with high care and support needs across Wales.