Oh Bloody Hell !!!

Monday SM had his appointment for a tilt table test at the cardiology dept of the local hospital.

I am no snob....but that place is EXACTLY why we have private health insurance.

No, I won't apologise for that statement, if you knew what I have been through in that place....

I have to wonder, if my father had his heart attack in any other city, would he have survived?

Say no more....

Anyway, I dread going there for anything.

I was told on the phone that I could go in with SM if 'I really wanted to'
Well I really wanted to.

Nurse comes out to get him for his appt and tells me no I can't go in at all, and to 'go and get a coffee'.
Knowing that he was going to need a cannula in his arm, knowing that as he had fasted for ages and what his veins are like, knowing that he is nervous with needles, knowing how he was going to physically react to the test....lets just say it didn't go down well.

I sat for the nearly 3 hours and waited for him.

He had sent me a text msg from the room saying "I am going to have to have that needle"
then a sad face ":("
So I sat and cried for a few hours.

He was a wreck when he came out - 'Herx cheek' (Herxheimer reaction to antibiotic/antimalarial treatment gives him one red cheek), sweating, dishevelled.
He said at one point he couldn't see/hear properly - the nurse confirmed his blood pressure had 'dropped a bit' - so I am assuming it was a positive test although I don't have the results yet.

We were both exhausted.

The next day he had volunteered his services, or should I say his hair, to a young lady who was desperate for a male model to complete her training.
This has led to him being in her hair show, doing a catwalk show etc etc
I dropped him off at 11.30am, came home, ate, then Mum came to do my banking and decided to vacuum.

I didn't feel good. At all.

By the time I had collected him at 2.45pm I really didn't feel good, but as I have rarely felt 'good' since starting treatment, but it down to that.

By that evening I had the full blown flu.

I didn't think it was physically possible to feel any worse.

I was soooo wrong.

I had meningitis as a teenager, pretty sure I didn't feel this ill :( :(

On top of it, I had the biggest order to pack that I have had in months ($7,500 worth - massive).

Somehow I managed to get it packed, but not delivered as I usually would.

I was having head spins, I broke out in some weird rash at one stage (one of my ladies noticed)...

By some sort of miracle I don't appear to have made a single mistake with the packing!!!

My team helped out.

I have always been quite independent, not having any help with my kids when they were little or anyone to rely on will do that.

I have had to give in, and let people help me.

I still don't like it at all.

I am so thankful to be feeling much better today.

I have an easier week ahead of me, it's so tempting to rush about and catch up on everything all at once, but I will go slowly-ish.


Thank god that's over........

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