When I last left you, our heroine in this story (me) had just been told she needed to go to hospital to have a stupidly, self-inflicted infection treated immediately. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, get to hospital now.
Here is a cautionary tale about using Dr Google.
Do you remember in my post about my theory that hospital stays are like long-haul flights that I told you that the reason I had to go to hospital to have an infection treated was my fault? And I used The Neverending Story line that it was another story that would be told another time? Well, now is that time. Also, I told you how I was a big fan of The Neverending Story book and film, but failed to mention I was a big fan of the song too by Limahl. Remember Limahl from Kajagoogoo? My friend Mandy and I were a little obsessed with Kajagoogoo for a while in the 1980s. Hey, it was the 1980s. Everyone was doing it.
So my story begins with a mysterious phone call from my radiation oncologist’s registrar requesting I get a CT scan quite urgently.
My recent hospital stays have reminded me of my theory that staying in hospital is like being on a long-haul flight.
You’re in a confined space, there are constant interruptions, it’s hard to sleep, there’s the threat of deep vein thrombosis, boredom, ordinary food and you can be stuck in close quarters with some very annoying people!
I’m ba-ack. You can’t keep a good blogger down. I was thinking earlier today in the many hours of down time I had before I could get back online, that I may have jinxed myself when I started this blog and said I was really boring and nothing very exciting had happened to me. Since then, it has been somewhat of a rollercoaster ride. I guess I should blame the blog.
I went to Adelaide and all I got was pneumonia.
Part of the idea of this blog was to chronicle some of my travels between treatments. Since April this year I have managed to go to the Melbourne International Comedy Festival for the Easter long weekend, had a week in Melbourne, Mornington Peninsula and Phillip Island in May, five days in central Australia and a weekend in Sydney in June – all without incident!