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?! →