Can I Really Go Home?

Two days ago I went to St Georges for a follow-up appointment with my cardiologist. I was hoping that she would say I could stop taking my drugs. Well, I was mainly hoping that I would be able to stop taking one in particular - Furosemide. Furosemide is a diuretic. A pretty fast acting one … Continue reading Can I Really Go Home?

Coke Cans Under The Armpits

I had now been in Frimley Park Hospital for just over a week. By which time, I was experiencing serious pain in my right hip. The orthopaedic team had a bit of a problem. They needed to do a scan, which would require me to lie flat. But lying flat resulted in excruciating pain. We … Continue reading Coke Cans Under The Armpits

Mum, Is Pete Going To Die?

Apologies for the drastic nature of the title, but it captures the anguish of those who came to visit me during those first few days. I couldn't have many visitors, but family, and a few close friends, came to see me. One moment that brought a smile to my face was when my friends Harry … Continue reading Mum, Is Pete Going To Die?

Oh Dear, You’re Really Not Well At All, Are You?!

Something you should know about me is that I never really get sick. By that, I mean the kind of sick that requires medical attention. Minor sniffles, coughs and colds, sure, I've had those. But illnesses that call for a visit to the doctor have been very rare occurrences throughout my life. In fact, so … Continue reading Oh Dear, You’re Really Not Well At All, Are You?!