Sorry, I was slightly inaccurate when posting last night – it’s cellulitis rather than phlebitis. As soon as they mentioned it at the doctor (I finally felt strong enough to leave the house) I remembered it was cellulitis I’d had before. That’s why it doesn’t seem as dramatic as the link I didn’t post.
Julia looked into it after I was diagnosed and she has been giving me a good talking too. It seems that fi you are in the shaking/delirium stage you should get your self to hospital. This is clearly guidance from someone who has never had it. When you are in that stage you can’t string coherent sentence or thought together. Now we know what to do we will make sure we ring an ambulance and, I’m sure, be told that it isn’t serious enough to warrant that.
I now have antibiotics and am in that stage of feeling worse before I get better. Fortunately I am already o lot better than I was. You can tell this from the blog posts. They are hardly masterpieces of finely crafted prose, but compared to the communication of a few days ago I feel like Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde rolled into one.
I’m still making a lot more mistakes than usual with the typing, but am hoping I am correcting most of them as I go along.
My early texts to the boss and Julia a couple of days ago looked like they had been typed by a five year old wearing mittens.
Fortunately |I am resilient, so I will bounce back.
It took me two and a half hours to get my pills this afternoon, which was twenty minutes with the doctor and two hours and ten minutes wrapped up in queues and listening to (yet more) excuses from the pharmacy. Meanwhile, I had plenty of time to sit and view my future – fawn clothes, shoes with Velcro straps and jogging bottoms. I had intended being a natty dresser in old age but it seems fate is even conspiring to take that away from me.
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GEEZ!
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I see your sense of humor is intact. That’s a very good sign!
It was touch and go for a while, but it is recovering. 🙂
Cellulitis is very painful and debilitating and I am so sorry you are suffering with it. Get better soon. 🙂
I’m doing my best! 🙂
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I’m sorry that you’ve been ill with cellulitis. I don’t know anything about this condition but I’m glad you’ve got treatment now.
Get well soon!
I’m trying! 🙂
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Hope you are soon on the mend! Onward to sonnets as soon as you feel better?
Sonnets are tricky even when I’m firing on all cylinders,o I make no predictions. 🙂
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You are only in your early 60s. You have a long way to go. And many more poems to write! 🙂
I’m hoping so, but it felt like the end of the world on Tuesday night, . . .
Hope you are better today.
It is progressing, thankyou.
No need to reply, but just sending get well wishes your way. Give our best to Julia, too.
Thank you, I will do that.. 🙂
Keep on bouncing
I’m trying.
You can always have a series of dashing hats….
Dashing hats would be good.
The jogging bottoms sound sinister.
Yes, a real sign you have given up on life. I can forgive most things, as I am no fashion plate, but pyjamas in supermarkets and jogging bottoms worn by pensioners are two things I find hard to forgive.
I had to have jogging bottoms when I got my new knee. It made the pain of the operation a lot worse.
🙂 But it was worth it.
It wa, but hard to bear all the same.