Good morning friends!
I am going back home...again...finally.

The weekend of check-ups turned into an extended comedy with near-disastrous consequences.
I learned that my spine is doing well, so that is good news...but the medication that I have been prescribed by hospital and doctor's were conflicting.

I want to ask you, if I am right or wrong here;

My medication had been checked and prescribed by a consultant, and passed-to and through my GP, and then finally to me. This has been for about a month, and though it was excessively strong, seemed to be working.
Then, at the weekend, a nominal check-up seemed to warrant my being prescribed a new drug, even stronger, to ease the once again increasing pain. (Triggered by a doctor 'tampering' with my beloved root nerve.)
So, it too went through the hospital pharmacy...only...and was prescribed to myself, which I duly took. But in that time, nobody told me to stop taking the original medication. It's always wise to have a GP's proviso for so doing, so I continued with that medicine; a tablet in the morning, and then took the new 'consultant' medicine; a tablet two hours before sleeping.

Was I wrong, or should the consultant have warned me about this cocktail?

Hours later, my heart was screaming, and threatening to erupt like Vesuvius. I remember how quickly the blurring and whitening came over me...so fast that I was unable to reach my cellphone recharger, (in near-perfect timing, my cellphone was dead), and promptly collapsed, still conscious..just...with legs frozen, paralised, for 7 hours.
Eventually help came and to A&E I went, by which time my head felt half dead.
It transpired that it all resulted from the medication, the potentially lethal cocktail that could have proved fatal, but thankfully did not. This merited and, amazingly, received an apology from the doctor!!!!

I'm now attempting to return to normal, and my heart is calming, my head still throbs with pain, but nothing like before. The only way I can describe that affect, from combining medicines, which themselves were fighting each other, is that it was as if a house, complete with bricks, were falling on one side of my brain. Far worse than the operations I endured. That pain, largely on the left side of my head, still lingers now...the dying medication's legacy. Self 2, Medical Disunity 1 (After Extra Time)

So, soon I will be home, and in urgent need of rest, rest, and even more rest. (I've slept like a log...being transported downstream and through the mill!!!)

I'm thankful for many things...life being the one most worthy of note.

Ed