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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

It's nine days since my last trip to A&E, and I'm still feeling a bit bruised...


Or possibly I just need to wash the dirt off my arm. Either way, I might look like I've been bitten by Luis Suárez, but that's actually the bruise from last week's brutal combination of intravenous cannulation and reassuring arm-gripping. The former coming from a trained nurse, and the latter from Lisa.

Fortunately, my left arm looks a lot better...


I've always said that I have the rough hair of a gorilla and the delicate wrists of a princess, and now I can prove it. Yes, like Kate Middleton before me, I'm heavily into loom bands. I don't want to be, but my daughter's insisting. Over the past few days, Amelie's turned this place into a loom bracelet factory. She's currently churning them out at a rate that would make a Bangladeshi sweatshop manager jealous. She's even taught me how to make them. Frankly, the way things are going, I'll have a suit made out of these things by the end of the week.

Unfortunately, knitting with rubber bands is currently the only work I'm allowed to do. Having been signed off for eight days, I was due back at the retinal coalface today, but after a rough few days of nausea, sleeplessness and viral symptoms, I returned to my doctor yesterday instead. I thought she might suggest that I stay off work for the rest of this week, or - as a worst case scenario - a further week from yesterday. I was wrong. She signed me off for both this week and the whole of next week too.

It seems that whatever hideous virus has caused all of this, it's taken hold of me, and is refusing to let go. I've had cold/flu symptoms for ten days now, and they're no better. Which, combined with the side-effects from the steroids, is a pretty lethal combination. My GP confirmed that my throat's still inflamed, my glands are swollen, and I look as rough as an old dog's tits. She didn't actually say that, but I could tell it's what she was thinking.

She gave me some cyclizine for the constant nausea, and said that unfortunately it's likely to take more than a week to get over this. I already had a follow-up appointment booked with her for next Tuesday, but she's moved that to Friday, the 4th of July, on the grounds that seven days won't be long enough for recovery. She then signed me off for that week.

This will be the longest I've ever been off work, and I'm not a good patient, as I find it intensely difficult to do nothing, regardless of how ill I feel. But in an effort to rest and recover, I've handed over the washing-up sponge to someone else...


Frankly, the TV's never been so clean...


Now, if I could just get him to do the shopping...

1 comments:

Phil's Mum said...

What WOULD you do without him? Well, probably get some rest!