Last Saturday I felt a little peculiar and I still felt strange on Sunday, so when Youngest Daughter phoned on Sunday evening I couldn't really talk to her. Then Friend 'phoned and I didn't do much better but had luckily already decided to talk to the doctor on Monday or Tuesday. It's all right. Next time I'll just call an ambulance straightaway and put everyone's mind at rest. I'd had a TIA.
I now sound fine, have had every test known to man and seem to be condemned to taking another form of Statins but I've been told that I might not react so badly to these, they're milder.
Since it seemed that I wasn't going to get home till I did, I'm swallowing them and keeping my fingers crossed. These are quite gentle which might be easier for both me and my great-greatgrandmother to put up with … apparently even vaguely Keralan people can only tolerate them so well.
I definitely don't want to be difficult. (The young specialist looked about twenty but I feel she and her gang looked as though they'd be bossy and I was determined to get out before series 3 of The Good Place was going to begin.) Besides, I'd read all the magazines and I'd eaten two lots of salmon and broccolli… I felt I'd wrung the whole experience dry.
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Good job; you tolerated, and then left before you thoroughly annoyed each other. They are becoming so young, aren't they!
You wouldn't rate it highly on TripAdvisor then? At least they looked after you and you're still in one piece - I assume? You haven't noticed any missing bits? They didn't take the opportunity to remove or replace anything as you were there?
I'm glad you're okay but take care of yourself and if there's a next time call the ambulance!
It could happen again at any time, apparently … or not … as the young doctor said. So I'm no wiser.
It just seems sensible to take each day as it comes. I haven't noticed any bits missing yet...
Wellness is being wished! Hugs.
Oh no! Stay well - sometimes a TIA is never repeated. I hope this is the case for you.
My neighbour had one in Morrison's supermarket the other day and by the time the ambulance came, an hour and a half later, mind you, she had recovered, refused treatment, and came home! But she did go to see her GP the following day....
Oh, blimey, poor you. Thank goodness the coffee was drinkable. If it's any consolation, my dad had a TIA (I had no idea what was happening, it was like he was suddenly speaking in tongues) but he wasn't hospitalised and he never experienced another. So, fingers crossed.
I shouldn't be smiling but it's the way you tell it. I do hope that your next change of scene is of your own choosing and doesn't involve cheese rolls. Take care.
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