These long gaps between posts have become more the norm than not, which is a bit sad. Twitter and Facebook tend to suck out a fair bit of what I used to blog, but this time, it’s not the only reason for the radio silence! After a good school holiday break in which the family and I kept pretty busy (but stayed home mostly, other than me spending the last weekend in Sydney at the Sydney Writers’ Centre Speculative Fiction Festival), I went back to work feeling good, as you’d expect. Nice and rested, all caught up on things, ready for another big term.
That lasted a week. On the first Friday night of term I went to bed early, but within a short while was feeling a bit odd. Our nanny had been ill with a tummy bug just that morning, so I thought it was probably the same thing – unpleasant, but over in a relatively short time. So I put up with the pain, even though I couldn’t sleep. By midnight, I was exhibiting all the symptoms, but the pain seemed to be getting worse. And worse. And then more worse. By about 4am, I probably should have called the ambulance and gone to the hospital, but I held out until 6am, then woke the nanny and got her to take me to Emergency. Apparently 6ish on a Saturday morning is a good time to get sick because there was no one else there and I was ushered straight through and into a bed. The pain was absolutely awful, and I could have kissed the lovely nurse who finally administered morphine through the IV – that stuff is astonishing, though it still took at least half an hour for my body to unclench all the muscles I reckon!
Early diagnosis indicated probably appendicitis, but I had a barrage of tests throughout the day, including an MRI, before they pronounced it the case. Up to the surgical ward I went that evening, but didn’t get the operation until Sunday morning. Relatively straightforward, thank goodness, a laparoscopic appendectomy with no major issues (though I had a bruise on the back of my hand from an IV I never saw for WEEKS after!). I managed to get up and about within a few hours, and felt okay about it. A fairly sleepless night thanks to a very annoying young woman in the bed across the way, but I was allowed to go home Monday morning.
All good, right? Well, I thought so. Sleep wasn’t terribly easy, and I wasn’t really feeling all that great, despite regular naps and doing nothing at all. In the wee hours of Wednesday morning, my pain racheted up and I got my husband to take me back to the hospital, because it didn’t feel right. Cue another big round of tests (another MRI, chest x-ray and a VERY thorough ultrasound), another night in hospital, with no real outcome. The pain had abated, and so I went home again.
I shuffled around the house for a few days, worked up to driving on the weekend (cos kids, right), and then presented at the doctor on the Tuesday to get the “fit for work” clearance required by my work. Ah, nope, says the doctor. My pain still wasn’t great, and it turns out my x-ray and MRI showed some lower lung collapse and fluid, which accounted for the fact I couldn’t get a deep breath (and probably the pain too!). Doctor prescribes some stonking penicillin and sends me home for the rest of the week. The new antibiotics worked great, and I started to feel better within hours – magic stuff!
So I eventually get back to work on the Monday, after two weeks wombling around the house feeling horrid. Things seemed to be on the mend. I got better as the week went on. And then on the Saturday I woke up with a super stiff neck and the start of a head cold. By Monday, aches and pains and lightheadedness had started too. And so I’ve spent the past two weeks battling the flu! Ended up back at the doctor again last Monday, because the pain I’d had before recurred, so I figured it was the same issue – seems so, because some more antibiotics set me to rights! And now, though I’m still not 100%, I’m well on the road to being so!
I’m very grateful to live in a time where we can be treated for the things I’ve had these past few weeks, and to live in a country with a free (well, other than the GP visits!) healthcare system. The Canberra hospital staff were excellent, and I while I don’t know how much they are paid, the nurses deserve more. They’re amazing.
You know who else is amazing? My staff at work – they just made all the things happen and kept me up to date. They sent flowers and brought food and cake and kind wishes. I’m super lucky.
And who else? My au pair, Trisha – have no idea how we would have coped without her!
And that’s my excuse for the past five weeks. The six or eight before that? Erm, well…life!
Currently I’m working on having two books (one print, one e-only) ready for Conflux in Canberra on the first weekend in October – I’m a guest at the con, and really looking forward to it! Four weeks left of term, and a busy holiday period ahead. Bring it on in good health!