Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Monday, October 16, 2017
Jacarandas. So beautiful. So terrifying. At this time of the year Brisbane has been painted purple. On wet and windy days like today that results in purple rain and really, really slippery footpaths. But that's not the scary bit. As every student will tell you, the appearance of the jacaranda means final exams are near. As every university lecturer will tell you that means marking season is upon us. And yet other than leaving the house for blood tests, I sit on the couch and watch episode after episode of House. I like House and I am an expert in procrastination but that's not the point. I'm still on sick leave and while there is a awful lot of sleeping going on, I need a way of filling in the waking hours. Strangely, watching medical drama is kind of therapeutic, except for the episodes with exploding livers. Those ones my dodgy liver really doesn't need.
Sunday, October 15, 2017
It was my baby sister Lisa's birthday today. "Life" means a proper family celebration won't be able to be scheduled until later in the month. However a small something needed to happen. Also, in a rare act of organisation, I actually had a present ahead of time. That sort of rare orgnisation can not go un-noticed. The problem is I'm still not up for very much at all. So even though it's Lisa's birthday, both my mum and Lisa came to me and we went just down the road to one of my favourite brunch places. The dogs came too. It was just what the doctor ordered.
Saturday, October 14, 2017
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**My specialist's words were "have a quiet weekend". Sitting in a theatre seat is no more strenuous than sitting on the couch, right?
|Nancy Denis, Candy Bowers. Production image by Dylan Evans.|
Friday, October 13, 2017
I'm still under house arrest. I am not getting any better at it. I swear even the kookaburras are laughing at me. I did get to leave the house this morning, where leaving the house is defined as driving down the road to drop off a poo sample and for a blood test. That's about as much fun as my body can handle, that and delivering the groceries to Margaret. Coles Click and Collect is a wonderful thing when all I have to do is click on the groceries I want and Drama Teen can drive to the supermarket to collect them. Winning. Mostly I am in bed or on the couch. Exactly why my chosen viewing is true medicine or medical fiction is beyond me. But I never tire of House. And the almost daily calls from my specialist continue. Liver counts are improving but not enough to consider going to work on Monday. He orders a quiet weekend and more blood tests on Monday. We might repeat the ultrasound. I go back to the couch and watch more House and order more groceries and listen to the kookaburras laughing at me.
Patient. Adjective: able to accept or tolerate delays, problems, or suffering without becoming annoyed or anxious.
Patient. Noun: a person receiving or registered to receive medical treatment.
Whichever way you look at it, I'm not good at being patient or being a patient. On medical advice, I have to stay home from work, rest and eat carbs. That is just about as good as it gets it terms of things I like to do. I have two dogs more than happy to lie beside me in bed for as long as I choose which today was two hours in the morning and four hours in the afternoon. But doing nothing is all well and good when you choose to do nothing. Doing nothing because it is forced on you sucks. I did what I was told, really only venturing out of the house to visit Margaret. I even missed my second opening night at the theatre in a row. That NEVER happens. I was grumpy. I am grumpy. What gall, I think (although the gall bladder was ruled out as a likely cause early in the week). I try to be patient waiting for answers. I am not patient. At all.