To be taken to the emergency room is not anyone's idea of an exciting time at a point in his or her life but this experience was nothing like anything I had experienced before.
I was taken in one cold frost winter evening with breathing difficulties not being able to catch my breath; it was quite a scary feeling that sense of someone sitting on my chest making it nearly impossible to even take in a full breath.
It was beginning to make me feel so dis-orientated and light headed I knew that this is where I need to be at this precise moment in time in case this was a life-threatening condition, which it must have appeared as they rushed me straight into the resuscitation room.
The Intensive Care Unit consultants were called to keep an eye on me in case my condition deteriorated and I would require the immediate attention that they could offer me.
I was hooked up to a bag of fluids and with the antibiotics that were being pumped through my veins, there wasn't much improvement showing and then with a mask full of medication being pushed into my lungs to try and help open them up I layed there and tried to breathe normally.
Hours passed and there was still not that much improvement, more blood work was taken and nurses constantly checking my vitals due to their erratic behavior I started to wonder if I was going to need that Intensive care bed that they were considering offering me.
More and more medication was tried to try and bring my symptoms under control but suddenly my breathing became more erratic and I started to become itchy all over and started to feel like my lungs and veins were burning from the inside out.
I had started to have an allergic reaction to the new medication that they had started to push through and had to react quickly to get this under control before I went into full respiratory failure.
The medication was counteracted and now was not poisoning my body and working out of my system and finally, a drug that started to make me feel the slightest bit better was coursing through my veins helping me stabilize.
I waited for a bed to become available but tonight was a busy night and I wasn't sure how long it would be until I got one and it was getting very close to the sunrise bringing the next day ahead.
I tried to fall asleep but my symptoms were still not stable enough for this to happen as I began to start panicking and wondering how it may affect me if I so I fought the urge to sleep and stayed awake.
Short time later I was approached by one of the porters who told me that they had a bed available and that I was to be transferred up there immediately, this was now a relief to know that I wasn't going to be sent to the ITU ward and that I was stable enough to be moved elsewhere.
I was moved to a bay with 3 other men around me and settled in by the new nurses on the ward, who ran some more tests and gave me more of the medications I needed and giving me my identity bracelets including a red labelled one for my allergies that had been disclosed to them.
The healthcare assistants who had just come onto shift for the day came in and introduced themselves to me, asked to take my blood pressure and asked me if I needed anything to which I replied "I was ok thank you" and would call them if I did need anything.
Throughout the day I watched by lying in bed as all the people passed my bed wondering if any of these medical staff would be coming round to check up on how I was doing but yet no one came until the late morning just after lunch.
Quite a few tall attractive foreign looking doctors that just caught my eye and I would sit there fantasising about them coming over to my bed and putting their stethoscope onto my chest and listening then placing their hands all over my body.
Being stranded in the hospital with no intimacy feeling so isolated wasn't my idea of a great time even in my ill health state but I needed something to help me feel like I was a human being and feeling like I was having my needs met.
The day dragged on and every 4 hours the lovely young lady who was looking after me came smiling over and did her usual observations and then left, following from this the nurse would then come round with her medication trolley and gave me everything I needed including the antibiotics that ran through my veins.
I tried to go to sleep last that night but the surroundings were too unfamiliar to what I was used to and it wasn't the home that I wanted to be in but I knew that this was where I needed to.
I lay there and tried to drift off to sleep trying to ignore all the noises that surrounded me, but as I did,
The next morning I awoke by an unfamiliar voice, this time was a male voice.
I opened my eyes and became reacquainted with my surroundings and looked around the room for this male's voice but he was nowhere to be seen he had just seemed to disappear.
The breakfast trolley came around and I was presented with my meal and began to eat it sitting up in bed, my bare stubbly chest on display and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts with the sheet covering my midriff.
I struggled to get myself out of bed and walked across the corridor to the bathroom to try to freshen up and make myself feel a little better on the outside seeing as my insides were not at its optimum just as of yet.
I was sat in my chair with my tight T-shirt on and my tight joggers with my bulge fully on show and noticeable to everyone who came within close proximity to me. When a new nurse was pushing the medication trolley came round, stopped at the end of my bed and proceeded to check my drugs card and began to administer what was prescribed.
I sat there not looking and feeling attractive when suddenly this male healthcare assistant walked into the room and suddenly my eyes widened seeing this tall, hairy chested person walk in and he was starting to approach my bed and began to check through all my charts.
He presented me with a warm polite greeting and asked how I was feeling today and to which I just chuckled and said that I wasn't great and if I was would I really be here. He looked at me and stared at me directly trying not to laugh.
Seeing him up close I could see that he had beautiful grey eyes, a full trimmed beard and chest hair coming through the open part of his uniform.
He informed me that he would need to come back soon and go through some questions with me and to record more detailed observations like my height and weight to which I agreed and smiled.
As I started to take my medication, I could see the assistant at the next bed doing his morning duties I proceeded to break the ice with and ask if he knew of any ways that would be easier to make taking the tablets easier as the taste was not appealing to my pallet.
I made a sexual innuendo about how I was used to things going into my mouth but they never tasted this bad. With that, he glanced over and smirked concealing his wish to laugh out loud at the comment I had just made.
From there on I was just making sexual innuendos wherever I could just to make him smile so I could watch his eyes just glisten and shine when he looked at me.
He walked into the room and my eyes just instantly caught him and he asked me to follow him so that he could measure my height.