Life is very busy at the moment with lots on the go and a number of projects starting to bubble away under the surface.. However, for the last month I’ve been struggling with a cheek problem that led to renal complications, numerous hospital visits and a lingering sense of -well its all not quite cleared up…
The meat of this post was prompted by this blogpost: Lets Talk Sepsis by Vannesa Garrity. This is the story of my recent brush with what has not been admitted to as sepsis but as you will see…
I am a T2 diabetic, control could, to put it bluntly, be better. I’ve had a small fatty, soft lump/ cyst on my face for a few years now, always the same size or near enough. Just before the end of February, in half term, it started to get sore to the touch. Seeing as I had a review appt for my diabetes on the following Monday, I decided to let it lie until then. Was seen by the nurse for the clinic so came back to see the nurse practitioner the following day. Got a script for Flucloxacillin and advised to come back if it got worse.
Everything was okay until Sunday – it hadn’t got any larger or smaller in that time. Woke up Sunday with it throbbing away (previously it had only been sore to the touch). After a bit of indecision, I finally rang 111 so that I could go and see a Doc in the OOH service.
I have used the NHS Direct service before but it obviously the service has changed and not, I think, for the better. All I wanted was to be told, yes you can go to see the doctor, because I knew that was what I needed. At no point was I asked about pre-existing conditions just the operator obviously going through a series of templates which required information that I’d already given her (by the end of the phone session about three times or so.) . She told me at the end that I didn’t need to be seen urgently, that within 6 hrs should do and she fixed me up with an appointment at the local urgent care centre for a couple of hours hence. Phone call took about 15 mins in all.
Child care arranged, Hubby took me down – we both expected that they’d take action to lance it. UCC was empty apart from a couple of other people to be seen whereas the casualty waiting room across the way was very busy. Didn’t have to wait long and was called in to see a Nurse Practitioner. History given, temperature taken (apyrexial – more on this later) , medication queried and asked if it was due to hypertension or just diabetes? Shrugged my shoulders and said Diabetes, she checked my BP anyway. After checking my blood sugar and finding that it was up and looking as though she was thinking of admitting me because of that (!), I explained that I’d only had lunch an hour or so before I came, but she looked at me as though I was lying… Anyway, she put a piece of granuflex on the abcess then some primapore (not asked bout any allergies). I queried this – had a bad reaction to adhesive dressings this time last year, she replied with oh there’s hardly any reports of allergy from primapore. I was told to keep it on until Tuesday at which point I could take it off and I should see a blister forming or it might drain by itself – ‘one of her patients had one on her breast and it worked on her.’
Study day all the following day – really shouldn’t have gone, face was incredibly sore, abcess was throbbing. By Monday night it was actually painful to eat around that area of my mouth.
Tuesday am saw me in Nurse practitioner’s room at my GPs. She asked as I came into the room with dressing on,’what happened?’ I explained about the Sunday and then we took the dressing off between us. Cheek now very swollen, up to around my mouth and cyst had obviously swelled in size. Was put straight into see the on call dr who took one look and called another GP in. After some discussion between the two of them and me, I was given a script for double strength Flucloxacillin and Amoxycillin and given an appointment for the doc in the am with the word ‘admission’ hanging in the air.
Next morning, I’m feeling so bad, I can’t find my glasses before I leave to go to the docs and really feel ill and weak. Cyst is beginning to feel like a third cheek. At the last minute instead of driving the 1.5 mile to the surgery, or indeed walk to it like I had done the previous week, I call a taxi. (£10 for the return journey – expensive decision!) . Into see the GP. Temperature tested again – still apyrexial. Feel very weak and wobbly, no fight about the admission decision. Sent out of the room while she talks to the hospital – why do GPs do this? Back in again and she says to go to the acute medical ward at the local hospital and then she launches into a discussion about a certain overdue screening test. By this point I’m leaning on her desk feeling basically c–p, managed to park the discussion for later, thank goodness!
Eventually got into the hospital a couple of hours later, walked into the acute medical ward and approached the nearest HCP. I said I’d been told to report here, and he looked at me me and said, Are you the lady with the swollen cheek?” Well d’oh.
He wandered off to find where I should be. To my relief, as the ward was very, very noisy, with telephones ringing, trolleys being pushed, teams of docs stood chatting, nurses talking, I was shown around to the next ward which is part stroke unit / part urgent day care clinic (best way to describe it). I picked a chair by a stretcher. Usual processing obs – BP was nigh on textbook perfect (ie abnormally low for me ), bloods taken and seen by Dr running clinic. kind of a surprise but he had worked with Hubby. I was more disturbed by the fact that there was a sign stating ‘please do not remove furniture as we won’t be able to see pts.’ Gave the impression of a clinic thrown together to meet a need.
Hubby goes, I’m left to get cannulated and 1st dose of abs. In between these two events, I manage to produce a hypo out of nowhere (no lunch) despite the fact that I’m supposed to be running a high blood sugar with the infection. I get on the trolley, snaffle a packed lunch and then proceed to be a wimp while the incredibly skillful, efficient and friendly charge nurse cannulates me. At this point I’m not bothered if they admit me – I’m feeling so ill.
Sent home that evening with cannula in the crook of my right arm to return in the am for more IVs.
Return just after 8 and luckily IV still works to the relief of both me and said Charge Nurse. BP is still down. Still apyrexial despite the fact that I now have three facial cheeks. The clinic dr refers me to the surgeons who eventually ring back and sy, ‘its on the face, refer to plastics’, Plastics say ‘its on the face refer to max-facs’ . Fax for urgent referral goes off (Thursday).
This is where it gets scary. Nurse comes up and says we need some more bloods from you. I ask why and she says the Dr wants to send of some more immunoglobulin tests. I nod but then she gets distracted and she hares off to do something else . I look at the card she has left and see the words ‘acute renal impairment’. Uh uh.
Bloods are done, Doc comes and chats with me, asking about flank / back pain. I shake my head. He says that the bloods yesterday show that my filtration rate has decreased significantly i.e my creatinine levels have shot up and a couple of the other results are badly off. Function has severely declined since my last bloods in February. I have an urgent renal USS which shows no blockages. Doc says it could be down to a number of things, antibiotics (apparently I’m on high doses) etc. If I’m no better by Monday, he’ll arrange further tests. Instead of the three lots of ivs I’m scheduled to have, I only have two. Packed off home (iv free) to come back Monday. Blood electrophoresis will take a week.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday I languish at home, barely functional.
Arrange childcare for Monday (younger child had been excluded on Friday 😦 ) and then head back in for more bloods. Third cheek is now fairly fluctculent and feels as if it could burst any second. I’m due at an AAP meeting at 6pm where I’m scheduled to contribute. Bloods thankfully are improving. The question is then asked, have the Facs-macs been in touch with you? No.
The clerk calls them up and reports back. Apparently the consultant had only just looked at the Urgent (!) referral. They’ll be in touch in a few days. The clinic doc calls me back in, does a physical exam of the thing and decides he’ll send me for an USS of it (I think just a subtle way of applying more pressure to it) and then get me seen by the macs -facs people. USS done, (no pop) and off in a hospital taxi over to a nearby city where the macs-facs people operate from.
I land in the A & E waiting room and am called in for screening. Yay, for the first time in this whole saga, they take my oral temp – using some disposable thermometers that I have never seen before. Blood sugar done. Two nurses look disapprovingly at the BP monitor and the senior one asks for an ECG to be done. Okay, yes, my heart is racing and my BP is up, I can tell. ECG is done and I make sure she knows I have LBBB before she thinks I’m having a heart attack on her.
Head & Neck SHO appears and decides to take me into their room in A & E. All I can see is the chair looking really like a dentists chair, rather than a couch… He is really very patient but really, really, this ‘thing’ is not like a giant spot that needs squeezing to get rid of. He jams my cheek full of local – that is most painful by the way. And takes rather too much pleasure in slicing and dicing it – he’d be good on one of these TV RL medic shows. He obviously enjoys his job and is good at it. Off home with a reduced antibiotics and instructions to get my GP to refer to them so that they can take the cyst sac out. Couldn’t get to the meeting as the local decided to spread around the lower part of my face for the rest of the early evening – I could only drink with the aid of a straw!
The next week I’m back at the GPs getting yet another script as there is a sizable lump left. Back on the double strength antibiotics. No report back yet from the hospital day clinic but one from the head & neck people and strangely also an outpatient appointment arrived for head & neck for the middle of April.
I’ve finally finished the antibiotics. I still feel very tired and my appetite is dipping up and down. Diabetes feels very labile at the moment and concentration is still not up to what it was. There’s still a small sore lump on my face with tracking swelling but nothing major. Just don’t feel up to yet another course of antibiotics though. Not sure whether I need to get some bloods done – if only just to reassure myself that everything is okay.
Thanks for reading – I believe that if not septic by the guidelines, I was or on the verge of being so – even if all I had was a swollen cheek.