Got back from Florida last Friday. Had a couple of hours rest and then got up. A suggestion from my brother, Neill, to beat jet lag.
Having kitchen fitters in does help with early mornings and no lie-in.
Saturday was a bit knackered and had a lie-in. Sunday up to get to the County for the monthly Meldrews Meeting.
Monday went to work. Feeling okay.
About halfway started to feel warm. Took off sweatshirt. Hotter. Hotter. Sweating. Chilling.
Then apparently I passed out.
I was helped off the train by a kind lady who turned out to be a nurse. I was sick on the platform. She stayed with me for about twenty minutes. I was so out of it I can't remember her name.
Some British Transport Police came along and called a Paramedic. She came quickly on her bicycle. Fully equipped. Did blood pressure and heart rate. Then when I told her what drugs I am on she called an ambulance. Possible heart attack?
The station guys were excellent and took me to the first aid room. More vomiting on the way. Ambulance was there.
They took some ECG's and saw some iregularities, but each one they did was the same.
Firstly under blue lights and sirens we went to St Bartholomew's (Barts) where I was wired up again for more ECG's. Same result. They decided that there was no coronary problem. Back to the ambulance and more sedately to The Royal London Hospital. One of the oldest hospitals in the capital.
Loads of tests and they determined that I had a normal fainting condition. Body temp rising allied with low blood pressure and low heart rate and poof! Sparko!
Still feel tired and as we say cream crackered in Cockney Rhyming Slang. Saw my own doctor and advised not to exert myself and return to work on Monday
Work ain't gonna be happy.