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May 10 2007 - Ticked Off!!!
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Yes, I know this blog is late, but trust me there are extremely valid reasons! You know I've been complaining constantly about tiredness? Well, last week, I was taken to the doctor (under duress) and was immediately admitted to hospital suffering from tic bite fever where I remained for two days and nights fighting for life and limb! The symptoms are extremely similar to malaria - high fever, vomiting, appalling headache and pain in the joints. I obviously got mine from Snoozie - all the dogs have tics on them - and after coming out of hospital I spent a week in bed; getting up today for the first time, and starting to feel remotely human again. It was absolutely horrid, and I don't ever want to go through that again! But according to Arthur, I probably will, he said he's had it about ten times, and if I had gone through this bout without antibiotics I would have built up an immunity, so that any future episodes would be minor. But as it is, I will experience any future attacks with the same intensity as this one. But I don't think in all honesty I could have gone cold turkey this time and done it without any medical intervention. However, the tiredness I had been complaining of had me in a vice like grip quite sometime before the tic struck, and the explanation is actually quite simple. My food intake was so minimal that it's quite surprising I didn't fall off my perch completely. Since I left hospital, my friend Indy - short for Indikah, she was named after a strain of marijuana, how cool is that?! - has taken such care of me that we are both now on a mission to become as fit and healthy as possible. I had no appetite at all, until Indy appeared with a plate of pineapple, grapes and tiny plum tomatoes. She'd arranged it so beautifully - presentation is all - that I fell upon it and she continued to tempt me with similar offerings designed to appeal to an invalids palate and now we both have the bit between our teeth and are determined to put nothing but the best into our delicate systems! Goats cheese on rye bread with tomatoes for lunch proved to be a great hit and we are both enjoying the experience of eating as well as possible; Indy's eating habits being similar to mine, so I feel that we are on the way to resolving what has been for me at any rate, a huge and seemingly insolvable problem. I am not a natural cook, by which I mean that I don't open the 'fridge door, survey the contents and think to myself, hmmm, now what can I make out of that, which is what my friends who are natural cooks appear to do. I shut the 'fridge door and open a packet of biscuits, where-as my friends who have an affinity with food manage to whip up something, seemingly out of nothing, which is both satisfying and nutritious. I LOVE good food, but have yet to master the art of taking care of myself in the culinary department. But I shall learn from Indy and finally get a handle on basic survival in the food department! I realise that although I am physically well on the road to full recovery, emotionally I still feel vulnerable and fragile. I'm one of those people who actively enjoys a spell in hospital, having to be admitted to one doesn't fill me with dread in the way it does most people. But this time, I HATED IT!!! I hated the confinement, and I think I experienced a delayed reaction to the breast cancer treatment I sailed through at the time. No, not a delayed reaction, I remember several occasions when I was going through treatment when I experienced a similar feeling with an equal intensity. When I experienced it this week, it was identical to my experiences during treatment; a feeling of unutterable aloneness and the terror engendered by that condition. All I could do was howl my anguish and trust the light would come again. And of course it does, but I am left emotionally shattered by the intensity of the experience! However, I do perk up again much more quickly than ever before, although I don't think I'll ever be able to say I enjoy the actual experience at the time.... Hey ho! But... every cloud has a silver lining, and mine came in the form of some very classy hallucinations! Extraordinary experience, I knew I was hallucinating and gave myself totally to the magic I was seeing. A beautiful leopard with her cub walked past my tent, mysterious beings from unseen planets walked toward me through the trees, their faces unlike any other I have seen; very beautiful and composed of exquisite colours all in shades of the rainbow and outlined in gold and silver. They would move towards me and then fade softly leaving the memory of their beauty behind them. Not bad eh?! The weather has changed and autumn is definitely in the air. The days are still very warm, but come 6pm and it suddenly becomes extremely cold indeed. And it's now 6pm and very cold, so I shall send this off tonight, and write more tomorrow. Yeah! Yes, OF COURSE, Snoozie still sleeps with me... x
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