Hello, world

You are still out there, after all! I finally escaped from hospital at around 4:30 this afternoon - it should have been 24 hours earlier, but for some totally unnecessary last minute second thoughts on the part of a junior doctor, even her effective boss, the consultant I saw this morning who finally confirmed the discharge decision, said there was no reason for the extra day. I've been signed off sick for another two weeks, so I've got a reasonable period of convalescence, at the end of which, hopefully, I'll be fit for purpose again and able to go back to work. Given what I actually had, it's perhaps not surprising that I went from feeling bad to even worse in the days leading up to being admitted to hospital - I've been suffering from pneumonia, so trying, as I was, to carry on, was like the medical equivalent of trying to run off a broken leg. Anyway, I do appear to be on the mend now, and I'll do my best over the next day or two to catch up with both my normal haunts in Blogland, and with replying to the comments that people have kindly left on my brief posts of recent days. It won't be tonight, though - hospital might be a good place to get 'fixed', but it's a lousy place to get any rest, and I'm feeling thoroughly washed out at the moment. I hear my bed calling, I think!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Still sequestered

Despite my hopes having been raised yesterday, I'm still stuck in hospital. Tomorrow has now been mooted, but I'm getting to the 'I'll believe it when I see it' stage. I'm trying to be as co-operative as I can, but it's pretty hard work at times, especially when it's so hard to get enough sleep, even by my low standards, as it's proven to be. I suppose it's all part of a lesson learned, namely not to be neglectful of your health.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

The great escape - but not yet

Thank you to everyone who commented on my last post - I will reply to them once I get access to my laptop, but, at the moment, I can only get online via my phone, and even that's a bit hit and miss because of the signal here. The prospect has been floated that I'll be discharged tomorrow, but that hasn't been confirmed yet. The sooner the better, as far as I'm concerned!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

In dock

Here I am, reporting live(ish) and direct from the general hospital that serves this part of Surrey. I finally made it to the local NHS walk-in place yesterday teatime, thanks to my brother's generosity, and they promptly sent me here in an ambulance. It wasn't quite as dramatic as it sounds - I've got a bad chest infection, but it had triggered a bout of my heart arrhythmia, the combination of the two leading to my unmanagable levels of shortness of breath. It looks like I'll be here for a day or two while they pump me full of antibiotics, which will make it my longest stay in hospital since I was a baby. It makes me feel pretty stupid, of course, that I didn't address it sooner, but better late than never, hopefully.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Well, one way or another....

....tomorrow will be 'doctor day'. My brother rang me earlier, and he, and my sister-in-law, have said that if I can't get to the local NHS walk-in centre under my own steam, my brother will come and take me. Just a mere 100 mile round trip out of his way. I feel so guilty, about putting him out like that, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I'm really grateful, because I know my health needs to be addressed, something I would have done over the past few days, had I been able to leave the building, but I simply haven't been. Hopefully, some pill or potion will be forthcoming that can help to get me heading back to something resembling normality. I should know by this time tomorrow.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

It's not just me, seemingly

I've spent a good bit of today reading a long story I found at one of my fairly regular online haunts. It was, ostensibly, erotic fiction, but, in reality, there wasn't very much sex at all in this particular tale, it was more of a sci-fi/thriller/love story, and I found it pretty enjoyable. The author's afternote caught my attention, too, as he talked about how the project had burgeoned well beyond what he'd originally envisaged, and how he'd fallen in love with his protagonists. I know of a recently completed story not a million miles away from this blog about which I could say the same, and probably have!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Enervation

Finding the energy, the motivation at the moment is a major enterprise - it's just taken me ten minutes to flog myself into walking half a dozen paces across the room to get a glass of water. I don't want to see anyone, I don't want anyone to see me, I don't, seemingly, want to do anything. It is, no doubt, a side-effect of the coughing at all hours, the fractured sleep patterns, but there's also an undercurrent of sinking beneath the waves of my wasted life. I don't want it, life, enough as things stand. I am trying to convince myself otherwise, but it hasn't worked yet. I'm off work until at least Wednesday - the next two days are my days off in any case - but whether I make it for my next rostered shift is very much in the balance at the moment. Something else I don't want enough, well paid though my job is. If there are any vacancies for hermits going at the moment, that might be my ideal role.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B