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After a day or two I noticed my skin under my dressing was looking red and inflamed again and I had developed two big rashes on each side of my neck, which were itchy and irritating. We were not too concerned, but as usual we kept a very close eye on things. A day or two later, my skin under my dressing was getter redder and the wound had started to weep. This was not looking good and we were beginning to be anxious, so we immediately made a telephone call to my specialist centre. The specialist nurse advised me to go to A&E or at least see a doctor. It would need to be swabbed and I needed blood cultures taking. I knew it may be a bit of a risk, but we decided to just pack our bags and abandon our holiday and get ourselves back home.
We both could not face yet another A & E department and decided it would be better to at least get home and then review things again. If things had worsened by then, we would go to A&E near home, if not I would get an emergency appointment with my GP the following morning.
We packed in a whirl and made the long journey home. Nothing looked any different when we got home, so I decided I would be better getting a good nights sleep ready to brace myself for a long haul at A&E and the doctors in the morning.
My first port of call was going to be the doctors and I did expect from here that I would be referred to A&E, I have found now from experience, its better to be referred to A&E by a doctor rather than just turning up unannounced. I went down to the doctors for eight thirty in the morning and managed to get an emergency appointment for later that morning. By the time I had arrived home, Papworth were on the telephone, wanting to admit me to the ward so that the PH consultant could check me. Relief. I would be back in the hands of the team who know me, my condition and its problems.
Off we drove, hospital bags in tow, I was hugely relieved not to have to go through the rigmarole of A&E and I would be quite happy to stay in hospital if that was what was needed. Thank goodness we had got ourselves home, but yet again, I felt some disappointment that my body had let me down.
As it was Christmas time, it was decided to let me go home and give me a supply of antibiotics, only to be used on further instruction from the ward doctor, should the rash get any worse. We had chance to thank the staff for all they had done for us this year and then off we went home, pleased and relieved I had been checked, relieved we had a back up plan for over Christmas and the consultant working over Christmas was now aware of my condition and had seen it first hand. We would obviously receive a phone call should tests reveal any further problems.
We didn't get any phone calls and the rash did not worsen over the Christmas period, neither did it disappear, so we were still monitoring it carefully. We were all ready for Christmas now and had a wonderful worry free Christmas day, except for all the usual drug regime and my usual problems including chest pain. Rose even managed to make a phone call from Uganda to wish us Merry Christmas and Sarah and Oli came and had an evening buffet with us and stayed over for Boxing Day.