Hospitals

I could not really believe that i had made it home on my bike and saw my children for what i thought was the last time, i felt as though my last and final wish had been granted. My mother in law phoned for an ambulance while i walked and staggered around the house holding my head and shouting in agony. It seemed only minutes and the ambulance had arrived and after a brief examination and alot of questions i was on my way to the Royal United Hospital in Bath. At the A & E department after what seemed like loads more questions i was given morphine (a couple of doses i think) but this brought no relief from the pain, i can just about remember one nurse being very kind and caring and another one seeming to think that i was perhaps having a slight migrane and i just wanted to load up on morphine. After what seemed like a couple of hours i was taken for a ct scan and then taken back to A & E, fairly soon after a doctor came to see me to tell me the news that i was having a brain hemorrhage, this came as no surprise, it was what i had suspected, but what has stuck in my mind was him saying that i was already doing well because one out of three people don't even make it as far as hospital. I was given drugs to stop my brain going into spasm and then transferred to Frenchay hospital Bristol.