At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I’ve been in hospital again, for another week. Things weren’t going as well as the docs were hoping, so they whisked me back in to get more intensive acute treatment. Hopefully that will be the final time, because this going to hospital all the time thing is really getting old; while I believe with my heart and soul that government-subsidised public healthcare is essential to a country’s citizens, I never wanted to experience those services so intimately myself. Just goes to show that you can’t predict these things, there but for the grace of God go I, etc. I am in much better shape now than when I left hospital last time, and my longer-term therapy has begun now, so hopefully I’m coming out the other end of it. I live in hope.
Thanks for all your comments and emails, too. I apologise for not having replied as yet, at the moment I’m finding all that fairly difficult. I do appreciate everyone’s kind words, though. Thank you all for keeping me in your thoughts.
During the past two weeks, I have been the sickest that I have ever been in my entire life. So sick, in fact, that I was admitted to hospital on Monday, and I stayed there all week while they tried to find out what was wrong and started treatment. I’ve been home since Friday afternoon, and I have a diagnosis – it’s not life threatening, but it is chronic, and it’s going to take me a while to get over this episode. Things have been very up and down since I’ve been home, so I’m definitely not out of the woods yet.
Anyway. Normally I wouldn’t make a post like this, but I’m likely to be slow with things right now, and probably off the radar a bit more than usual, and I just wanted everyone to know that there’s a reason for it and I’m not ignoring anyone.