Do You Ever Think Life Is Just F*cking With You?
Notes from my hospital bed
November was a busy month for me. I knew it would be tough, so I focused on my priorities and kept just putting one foot in front of the other.
Last Wednesday, I had one day left to get through, and then it was time to take my foot off the pedal and cruise on into December.
I’d decided to take it easy as I was tired and had a full day of in-person training the next day.
As the day progressed, though, I didn’t feel better. I felt progressively worse. When my husband got home from work, I decided to go to Accident and Emergency, what we call ER in Singapore. My objective was to get in front of what I believed was most likely a bout of diverticulitis.
It was.
And here I am, sitting in hospital a week later.
So began, a pretty shitty week. One which meant I was unable to work. I’ve been in hospital since and still feel pretty rubbish, but will get home tomorrow. So that’s almost a full week in hospital.
This year hasn’t been the best. It started off well, but then I had pretty bad depression for a few weeks. I crawled out of that and hoped I’d finish better than it started.
