I wrote just before Christmas, and I'd decided to hibernate -as I've been doing for years - until it was all over. Christmas has always been traumatic: deaths, divorces, all manner of things. So I decided to opt out. Unfortunately, life still throws a curve ball.
Two days before Christmas, I received a phone call from the oncology clinic. They had done yet another PET scan (they just love to irradiate people), and it showed two suspicious nodules. The team met on the 23rd and decided to order yet another scan to see what was going on. I asked if I should be concerned. I was told-after a lengthy silence-that nothing would be done until after the holidays, and everything would be seriously behind, so enjoy the holiday and don't worry. Yet. Wow-thanks for that!
That was Christmas: spent worrying about cancer returning yet again, when I thought that the surgeon got everything except maybe, a lung, my heart...you get the picture. Not a pretty one.
When it was January 1, 2025, I celebrated with friends, and we all commiserated over the preceding five years of torture and angst. There was plenty of that, and we decided that we would make 2025 the start of a terrific five years-to make up for the pandemic years. And then
On 6th January, just when I cautiously thought that I might be out of the woods-hah! In the middle of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom (as you do) and I fell. Hard. On boxes of books and bags that were going to the charity shop the next day. I fell hard, with absolutely no warning, and I broke three ribs, and caused a lot of soft tissue damage. And that was me, completely helpless for a long while. I ended up being unable to move very well for the next six weeks. I was lucky; I could have punctured a lung, broken my back, I could have caused so much more damage. But broken ribs were enough. If you've ever had them, you know exactly how I felt.
Oh, hell, there went the first month of the new year. And then I fell again. Two weeks ago. Now if you've followed this for awhile, you know that my vestibular system was destroyed fifteen years ago, and my balance (such as it isn't) is still an issue. I do work on it as much as I can. The damage was permanent and irreversible, but I never give up, I just push myself as much as I can. Two weeks ago I pushed too hard.
I was coming back from a workshop at the hospital, and I was feeling quite awful. The swabs they took turned out to be positive for Influenza Type A-the worst and most virulent flu virus anyone can get (so the consultant told me). I fell and I couldn't move. I had no strength at all, I just lay on the floor and I couldn't get up. So I had to call for help. I had my phone in my pocket, called for the paramedics, and four hours later they arrived. They brought the fire brigade with them. Did they pick the lock, like a normal person would do? No, they broke in, probably giving the neighbors coronaries. They got me up off the floor, did the usual observations (temperature, etc), and told me that they would take me to the hospital if that was what I wanted. But I didn't have a fever, it was 9pm by the time they left, and they told me that if I felt worse the next day I should go to A&E.
The on call consultant rang me the next evening and told me about the flu diagnosis. I started antibiotics and I was told to stay in and rest (as if I could do anything else), take ten days of antibiotics and let everyone know how I was feeling. Meanwhile, he told me that I was contagious, so I stayed away from everyone.
I completed the course of antibiotics on Sunday. Yesterday |I felt so sick that I couldn't even get out of bed. So today I decided to make the effort to actually get outside-even though it is absolutely freezing- and bring you up to date. Still here, still alive, feeling like a big bag of total crap-but I can't stay in bed forever. I need to get moving.
I'm lucky, as far as I am aware I will get over this noxious infection-although I've been told by the consultant that it will take a few weeks for me to return to normal. I'm aware that, once again, it could have been much worse. Now I have to be vigilant-more so than usual- and always keep in mind that I have been very, very lucky. But I know that eventually luck can run out. When in doubt: wear a mask. You can never be too careful.
