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Out of control- that is how I felt, body mine. Temperature mounting. Dreading the transition into the danger zone -‘at 38.2 you must be transported to the nearest hospital emergency’ the instructions said. At 38.5 I was struggling to put ice packs on, eat iceblocks, stay cool at home. But the temparature would not budge. I finally called the ambulance, weeping with relief when they came. Now I was a ‘hot’ patient in Bundaberg Base Emergency.  All purple plastic aprons and rubber gloved treatment. CHIP the community nurses proved skilled at accessing the port. They were pleased to have the practice to get their hours up they said – they were super thorough and I am sure I had the most sterile port access possible. I am 24 hours in the observation booth amidst the dramas of day and night life in the city. I watch humanity wheel and strut across my doorway. Staff are fantastic. I am not neutropoenic – there is still some white cell activity, but borderline, so I don’t need to be isolated completely. I did have to share the public conveniences which was distressing at times. Being off the hospital catering track I survive on the occasional begged white bread sandwich and sweet biscuit. Ever resourceful I work out where the tea making kitchenette is! There is evidence of a urinary tract infection as the culprit. I am pumped with strong antibiotics through the night. I go home with oral Amoxycillan in the hope I can manage. 24 hours later I am back with a high fever and transferred to Friendlies Hospital as Bundy Base is chockers. (Hooray for private health insurance). Dr Strachan comes late in the evening on his rounds & takes a case history.  He prescribes 2 intravenous antibiotics to be applied until the temperature stabilises.  He later adds a 5 hour infusion of iron due to evidence of anaemia. I am grateful for this and feel increased concentration levels almost immediatley, while he says it will be a week before the total benefit is felt.


About pipsky

A creative, generous 64 year old with a PhD in Performance Studies trying to grow old disgracefully while working like mad in regional Queensland, squeezing the juice out of every day & still trying to find the balance that will maintain the quiet mind that makes her useful to others and nice to live with.

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  1. Good to see you’re still a fighter, Jude. Good luck with the antibiotics working quickly and the iron infusion getting you back on track.


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