Well I'm home and still blinking sore it turns out I had cellulitis and boy I dont ever want it again.
It kicked in Sunday about 10 am just feeling a bit flu like so went back to bed when I sat down I passed out and luckily went backwards. Had to call her indoors who was at work and told her not to be long as I felt a bit funny then started to uncontrollably shiver and was freezing cold. So there I stayed for an hour until it stopped. When she came in she said I look very pail and looked at my wound area and said the skin to the side is looking red. Then it seem to go away and I went outside to sit in the sun and warm up and I was there for about 10 minutes and started to feel like I was going to be sick so off to the bathroom where it upped a level and there after waking up with my head over the bath and me sat on the loo which I have no idea how I started to feel like someone had the shower over me the sweat was running out and at that point lissa came in and said I need to call the hospital and see what they say and I vaguely remember telling her to do it. I then picked myself up and went and sat on the sofa for a bit when it started again at that point she was ready to call for an ambulance which I said no get me to our local hospital like now so off we went I dont remember the 15 minute journey at all and vaguely remember being rushed through the hospital on a bed being prodded and poked which was all just like some bizarre dream. So that was Sunday I sort of remember coming back to life early on Monday morning with drips stuck in everywhere feeling really weak and feeble so the week went on and they pumped so many antibiotics into me it was crazy but they let me go last night with a huge supply of pills and dressings so there we go dont go getting cellulitis if you don't want to feel like hell.
I'm thinking I must be the most unlucky person at the moment but very grateful to the staff at the hospital.
