Being often out of work sick, makes it easier for me to write more The reason why I haven’t done it so far, whenever I had a holiday or some sick days or even a day off here and there was because I was afraid of the consequences.
I thought that, because it’s very hard for me to get into a daily or weekly routine about writing, if I did it when I had time and stop doing it when I was back into the time crunched situation, that would frustrate me even more. It might be true, but ,as a dear friend suggested, not being able to write later doesn’t take away the relaxation and the good feeling that writing had given me while I could. So I decided to give it a try!
Anyway, enough with this, let me try to explain what is going on in my life. Murphy’s law moved in as my room mate at the moment, so anything that can go against plans and luck, it will! Doesn’t even pay the rent or cook sometimes, a real bother!
Everything started with a routine check at the the dermatologist, a mild back pain and the wait for the cardiologist visit to silence my and GP’s worries about frequent chest pain. It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke!
Actually, the whole situation turned out to be messier than expected and I cannot see the end of it. What was supposed to be a visit to the dermatologist for a random skin spot become an appointment to remove a mole; what it was a mild and annoying back pain transformed into a total block of movement, where I couldn’t stand or sit without crying.
As for the chest pain, if at this point you still think it’s still dormant and waiting as a good boy the cardiologist visit, you’re very wrong. A couple of weeks ago I spent a whole afternoon and part of the evening at the A&E after the pain hadn’t subsided after thee days. I was discharged after several blood tests, an xray, a couple of ECG and echo, with the promise that I would have to take other tests before my cardiology visit in April.
Last week Monday I’ve had my CAT scan done already and I’m waiting for my echocardiogram appointment. It was a weird experience to be honest. The staff at the hospital are very kind and caring, but the fact I had to take two extra medicines to face it, and the difficulty in putting the cannula for the dye in my vein left me a bit tattered. I recovered only the day after. `
Tomorrow I’ll have my mole on the shoulder removed and I hope against hope that everything would go super smoothly as I feel I diserve it.
I’m tired of doing tests, but also, at the end of the day, I strongly hope that it was just a huge false alarm. The GP told me one of his theories is that my level of stress, anxiety and fatigue is too high, so this might well be something related to it.
I mean, not that being related to stress makes the situation easier. I’m trying to improve on that department, but since I ended up in this situation I’m not doing an efficient nor fast job. However, I was told by few people that one good thing about me is that I never give up, so let’s keep the chin up and go on fighting whatever happens.
I’ll keep you posted!