Bumble bee on bramble flowers – Sherwood Forest
First things first – Julia is still not well. A few of the dissolving stitches have now come out, but they should have done that weeks ago. The car continues to pull, though it is now dry. She has a bit of trouble breathing. However, we are hoping that the visit to the outpatient’s clinic early next week will give her some answers and a definite course of action.
Meanwhile, she had another visit to A&E on Sunday night (from 6pm to 6pm), but this time travelled in style as we were conveyed by ambulance.
This time, though, it wasn’t her who was ill, it was me.
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Basically, as she pointed out, she married an idiot. And I can’t dispute that. I started with a bit of a fever on Friday and Saturday, fighting it off with Paracetamol and sleep. It seemed to work, but on Sunday it came back with a vengeance. Eventually, after being told to go to A&E by someone Julia rang on a helpline, I refused and went to bed. When she woke me again, I was incoherent and couldn’t actually stand. We knew what it was, because I’ve had it before. I’ve also been told off by the doctor before. You can’t fight off sepsis with cold cures.
This time it really did a job on me and though we caught it quickly, I should have caught it a lot quicker. If I had, I might not have had to spend four nights in hospital.
Wild flowers
I will tell you about it later. I’ve been at the computer for an hour and am now tired and need to go to sleep. Yes, I’m that weak. On Monday I couldn’t lift a puzzle magazine. On Tuesday I couldn’t finish a puzzle. On Wednesday they started making more sense and I was getting quite good. By Thursday I was bored of puzzle mags but still lacked the concentration to read a book. I actually ordered groceries online using my phone, but could only manage to do about a third of it before breaking off for a nap.
After returning home I have chatted, dozed, watched TV, eaten cheese on toast and tried catching up on my correspondence. Now, defeated again, I am off to bed.
More stories tomorrow.
Pigs and flowers
Oh, poor you! A friend’s husband has just returned from four days in hospital with suspected sepsis. He has gammy legs and walks with a frame and nobly says he is alright when he isn’t.
I’ve been lucky in that respect I generally become incoherent then sleep for several weeks. To be honest, I have had sepsis twice, and “infections” about seven times before I was lectured on the dangers of sepsis, which is why I now take it seriously.
Good gracious, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. Sepsis is not to be trifled with, so, as you say yourself, pay attention more quickly next time if it returns.
I hope that we will get better news in your next post. This one was a bit harrowing. Mrs T and I send our sympathy to you both.
Thank you. It’s a lesson in how a number of small things, if not dealt with, can come together to become a major problem. However, moving to a bungalow and being near a hospital seem to have been sensible precautions.
Similar thoughts have crossed our minds.
🙂 I noticed a lot of people in there who were younger than me and had worse problems, so it’s a definite wake-up call.
Things should perk up soon!
I’m going to buy a lottery ticket tonight and see if my luck changes. 🙂
If it is now a competition just you both get over the line in tandem soonest
I’m fine now, as far as I can tell, a bit tired but fine apart from that and a little soreness, and traumatised by the sleep deprivation and all that. 🙂
Glad you have a noisy neighbor and your sister. I hope the tide turns soon and you and Julia will be out and about, say, invisitigating where the best scones are in the area. As always, best wishes from Maine.
Thank you Laurie. Ironically I had not long said to Julia “We really must start getting out more now that summer is here.” A ride in an ambulance was not what I had in mind. 🙂
Didn’t mean noisy. 😉 Oh, those typos. A ride in an ambulance is not what most people think of when they plan on getting out more.
I knew what you meant. 🙂 When I was 11 I hated school and remember wishing, one morning, that I could have a day off. I broke my arm that morning, had Thursday in casualty, Friday off to recover and Monday off to get checked. It taught me to be careful what I wished for. 🙂
Oh, gosh! What a way to get time off. I, too, hated school. All the way through high school. I wonder if it’s a writer thing. Although I suppose some writers do love school, it seems that many are indifferent scholars.
I was smarter at school than my subsequent career suggests – just a lack of ambition and planning. 🙂
The two of you worry me, Simon and Julia. I hope your family is still checking in on you.
We’re OK, Lavinia. We’re like the couple in the weather house, always seems that one of us is in as the other is out. My sister is about and we have a nosey neighbour who always seems to know what is happening. 🙂
Looking forward to cheerful stories. About the two of you.
We’ll get there. I have some cracking hospital stories now I’m out. Some of them are actually fit to print. 🙂
Looking forward to them.
Working on it now. 🙂