On Tuesday I noticed a small lump and some pain behind my ear. Combined with the fact that I thought I had a urinary tract infection and I needed to get a mole checked, I thought it might be a good idea to go and book an appointment at the doctors yesterday to have a bit of an overhaul and deal with everything all at once.
An hour later I was sitting in A&E at the local hospital, with a strong antibiotic prescription for the UTI, an immediate referral for suspected mastoiditis (acute infection of the mastoid bone at the back of the ear) and I’ve been referred to a dermatologist in the next week as the mole ‘needed urgently looking at.’
Not the plan I had for the day.
If it had been what they had initially suspected I would have had to stay in overnight and The Bloke (who had rushed out from work to join me at the hospital) was worried and planning a list of things he needed to pack for me and bring in. However, after a few hours of waiting and then promptly fainting on the lovely doctor who took my blood tests, they decided that there was nothing to worry about – the suspected mastoiditis was most likely to be inflamed lymph nodes after the horrible head cold I had a little while ago and the antibiotics that I had already been prescribed by my GP are strong enough to make everything better.
It’s yet another testament to how bloody fantastic our NHS system is – every single person who saw me, took notes and did tests were incredible, and the entire experience cost me just £8.00 for the antibiotics, something that would have cost me thousands in other countries. I never fail to be in awe of everyone who works for the service and are dealing with the long hours, difficult patients and massive and unnecessary cutbacks.
Perhaps it’s about time that I get my sh*t together and start looking after myself a bit better…