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Oct. 1st, 2005 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYeah.
Okay.
Found out the reason for general ill-temperedness recently. Virus, sneaky little bastard, has managed to weave its way completely into my system. I, for the first time ever, do not want to go into details because you all don't need to know.
I'm disgustingly healthy, as a rule. It's fab. This week was Period Week so I tend to ignore anything to do with my internal workings as heaven knows m body is a law unto itself at that point. When, however, the period is over and the body is still going haywire in the way that only a girls can. Blood is Not Good in that way and results in lots of panic. I've been a fair amount of pain recently, but I killed it with paracetamol and just generally assumed it would go away. Given the crippling pain of this morning, it wasn't.
Anyway. One trip of the NHS website, being told to "PHONE NHS DIRECT IMMEDIATELY" involved lots of blind panic, I did so, nurse was very nice, phoned me back with a specialist, who promptly got me an emergency appointment at the hospital.
It could have been one of two things - one is Very Very Bad and my have indicated the big C word (argharghargh I know this which is why I panicked a lot) and the other is just Bad and involves lot of kidney pain but an interesting cocktail of drugs should shift it.
Fortunately, I am in the latter camp.
However, before I knew this, I burst into tears down the phone at my Dad, then Mum (who just asked stupid fucking questions) and then feeling entirely alone despite not wanting to worry him, I phoned Simon who was much more help. I didn't want to freak out my housemates too much.
Today has absolutely sucked so far. It's probably all karmic - had a great weekend and have a great one coming but right now I am a fair amount of pain again and also still shaking slightly on the basis that being told first thing in the morning "Okay, we've made you an emergency appointment because this is really rather urgent" is bad.
Hmmph. Cheese toastie time. Sorry for the spam. I think I'm going to go back to bed. I'm still in post-terror, given that the doctor said to me "Okay, this could be very bad or it might just be able to be sorted out with anti-biotics. Give me a few minutes..." WHAT? ARGH.
[eta: just recieved a phone call from Simon. Who is travelling up to St Andrews. From Cambridge. For a day. To see me. Because he is worried about me. This is possibly the most romantic and sweet thing that has ever happened to me. I am melty and sleepy from anti-biotics. But oh god wow.]
~Hathy_Col~
Okay.
Found out the reason for general ill-temperedness recently. Virus, sneaky little bastard, has managed to weave its way completely into my system. I, for the first time ever, do not want to go into details because you all don't need to know.
I'm disgustingly healthy, as a rule. It's fab. This week was Period Week so I tend to ignore anything to do with my internal workings as heaven knows m body is a law unto itself at that point. When, however, the period is over and the body is still going haywire in the way that only a girls can. Blood is Not Good in that way and results in lots of panic. I've been a fair amount of pain recently, but I killed it with paracetamol and just generally assumed it would go away. Given the crippling pain of this morning, it wasn't.
Anyway. One trip of the NHS website, being told to "PHONE NHS DIRECT IMMEDIATELY" involved lots of blind panic, I did so, nurse was very nice, phoned me back with a specialist, who promptly got me an emergency appointment at the hospital.
It could have been one of two things - one is Very Very Bad and my have indicated the big C word (argharghargh I know this which is why I panicked a lot) and the other is just Bad and involves lot of kidney pain but an interesting cocktail of drugs should shift it.
Fortunately, I am in the latter camp.
However, before I knew this, I burst into tears down the phone at my Dad, then Mum (who just asked stupid fucking questions) and then feeling entirely alone despite not wanting to worry him, I phoned Simon who was much more help. I didn't want to freak out my housemates too much.
Today has absolutely sucked so far. It's probably all karmic - had a great weekend and have a great one coming but right now I am a fair amount of pain again and also still shaking slightly on the basis that being told first thing in the morning "Okay, we've made you an emergency appointment because this is really rather urgent" is bad.
Hmmph. Cheese toastie time. Sorry for the spam. I think I'm going to go back to bed. I'm still in post-terror, given that the doctor said to me "Okay, this could be very bad or it might just be able to be sorted out with anti-biotics. Give me a few minutes..." WHAT? ARGH.
[eta: just recieved a phone call from Simon. Who is travelling up to St Andrews. From Cambridge. For a day. To see me. Because he is worried about me. This is possibly the most romantic and sweet thing that has ever happened to me. I am melty and sleepy from anti-biotics. But oh god wow.]
~Hathy_Col~
