14/07/2025
2 weeks ago, I was so unwell that I couldnât even walk up my own stairs.
After nearly 5 days of not eating, taking antibiotics that my body wasnât responding to, and having tonsillitis so bad I was struggling to swallow I ended up in hospital. From feeling a bit âoffâ on Monday, to having a temp of 39.7 at 3pm on the Tuesday was crazy.
The next few days was a whirl of being unable to stay awake for more than 1/2 hours, being unable to lower my temp past 38.6 even with medicine and just being in so much frigging pain.
Multiple times at night when it got worse my husband asked me âshould I call you an ambulance?â And I was like nah, Iâll just got back to the GP it wasnât that bad.
Well, turned out it was.
Thursday the doctors said if I wasnât better I needed to go to A&E. Went, was sent to urgent care where the doctor looked me over for less than a minute and knew I needed to be admitted. 12 IVâs, morphine for the pain, and so many antibiotics later I could finally swallow, I was back to a normal temperature and could walk by myself.
The whole time I kept reminding myself that Allah says âwith hardship comes easeâ because I havenât ever been that sick, in that much pain, to the point where I couldnât even look after myself. Allahs words, were my comfort in those moments.
A huge thanks to the doctors and nurses who looked after me. Sure the NHS has given me some trauma, but itâs also given me so much help when I needed it most.
Alhamdulilah, always.