Last weekend I was sick. A head
cold, horrible thing that’s has lasted since the 20th of January. It’s one of
those out of your hands things that make it doesn’t allow you to see the better
side because you’re wallowing in your sickness.
Okay, so maybe while I was
writing this I was still in the side effects of being sick.
It’s been weird actually, my
sickness’ ever since I got out of the hospital with the side effects of Swine
Flu I tend to have a week of being sleepy and then the weekend hits and I get
the full on fever, aches, sickness. This last 3 days and then I’m better.
I find that its weird.
Guess I should talk about
that, it’s a long drawn out explanation, I guess, though from the moment it
started to when I got completely off the meds was only about 6 months.
The long story, below:
In 2009 (believe, July too) I
got swine flu. It was nasty and ended up with me losing 10 kilos in a week, and
looking like a druggo without the track marks. I was grey and smelt like
sickness. I lost my kids once as I fell asleep or passed out and they ended up
learning how to open the front door. That was a scary moment as I ran around
the house call their name, only to collapse on the front lawn, nearly passing
out.
Lucky for me and my children
a lady down the road saw them and knew where they came from and brought them
back as I’d have probably been hospitalised just from the panic (my son was 3.5
and my daughter not quite 2).
I ended up at the doctors
when my parents came home (they’d been on holidays) and took one look at me and
I ended up at the doctors who shipped me to the hospital who had me on fluid’s
man I felt a hell of a lot better.
I got a specialist and my
kidneys collapsed and was transferred to bigger hospital who treated me like I had
fluid in my lungs, when in fact I didn’t. I guess I should say my at the first hospital
they knew I had a lung full of fluid and a splash in the other.
However it wasn’t IN my lung
but outside which took them nearly a week to learn which by that time the lung surgeon
was on holiday so I was transferred to another hospital to get my lung cavity
scrapped.
That done and a few days
later I was home with some nice tube hanging out my chest.
A week after that I was back
at the doctors in agony and after he had a listen I was shipped back up to the
first hospital who X-rayed my chest and started feeding me morphine.
I think I need to add that
from the first time I went into hospital my heartbeat didn’t drop below 110 and
every time it spiked to 120 I had an ECG, but everything was fine. I was also
already on 2 of the biggest drugs they can give you without it being morphine
plus normal painkillers. And I was take this lovely handful every 3 hours and
still ended up in agony before the hour mark came.
The X-ray was put up to my
left and it shows nearly 2 perfectly white lung shapes … so I had a lady sand
at the end of my bed as I was shipped back down to the bigger hospital where I spend
another week or so having my lungs drained again.
The first time I went to the
pain clinic and they told me they wouldn’t even think about weeding me off the
drugs I was on for 5 years. The time after (2 weeks later) I was in a bra
again, and having my last visit. April the following year I had stopped taking
the highest over the counter drug. I still get pain when I think about it, like
now, and when it gets to cold, or the temp drops too suddenly, but just adding
another layer helps.
And honestly it’s just
adding to the pain I get from when I hurt myself at work (when I use to
actually work). Which happens to be very common among teenage boys, and check
out personnel, which is what I was. but the humour helped me when I was 18 and
not able to lift my arm over my head, or to elbow height).
And that’s was a quick flash
over the only time I was in a hospital other than to have my children.
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