Never thought I’d say that! Two weeks into this mysterious liver infection and I find myself back at the hospital, with another hole in my arm and less blood than I arrived with!
I feel much better in myself, but two weeks of “complete rest” takes its toll – oddly enough. For example, I’ve just nearly died walking up five flights of stairs to get breakfast while I wait for my results. I mean, for goodness sake, less than 20 days ago I was pedalling my bike up 3 significant hills! How does this happen so quickly!
That’s not the only example… thanks to feeling waves of complete exhaustion the following things have also led to me collapsing on the sofa..:
- Holding my daughter for more than 2 minutes
- Walking the dog around a flat country park for 45minutes
- Cleaning my bike
- Sitting outside in the glorious summer we’re having
It really sucks. I’d rather be at work – at least I feel useful at work. At home I’m a complete waste of space, which must be infuriating for Mrs Heatho while Little H is having an off-day like she did yesterday.
Just a few short weeks ago I’d have cut off my right arm to spend more time at home (then the hospital could have had all the blood they want!!) with Little H – but time at home where you can’t do anything really sucks. For all 3 of us. On the outside I probably appear fine, on the inside I still often feel awful.
Still, if I put my positive hat on, there is also plenty to smile about 🙂.
- I am getting better, and I will get back to the (slightly) more energetic and happy me that I was not that long ago.
- I have had more chance to spend time with Little H, who has learned to laugh while I’ve been off, which I’d have missed otherwise! In the moments where I’ve had energy it’s been great playing with her and trying to teach her new things in the hope that one day they stick.
- This amazing weather, whilst draining me in the day, has meant that we’ve been able to enjoy barbecues pretty much daily. And who doesn’t love a BBQ!
- England are in the World Cup semi-finals! I can remember running through to the dining room to update my parents on every penalty of that Euro 96 semi final (I have NO idea why they weren’t watching…. 🤔). For the first time in a long time, England have got me believing that football might actually come home… 🙏. And even if it doesn’t, the fact that people believe again shows how well the squad has done – which is better than even the most optimistic England fan thought – if they leave everything out on the pitch then they will return home heroes anyway 🏴
- It’s now only a little over 7 weeks until we move into our new house! Excited is an understatement, time is not going fast enough!
It’s been a little odd this illness. Through all my IBD diagnosis and various other things, Mrs Heatho hasn’t left my side. It helped that my IBD was quite quickly diagnosed and that a treatment plan could start straight away. With this liver infection, no-one has actually told me what it is yet – and we might not find out….
This time however, Little H has had to come first, and frankly, I wouldn’t wish spending 10hrs in a hospital for a set of blood results on anyone – let alone the two people I love the most! I can’t imagine how frustrating it is having your husband around 24/7 – especially when it’s me – and you aren’t used to it. It must just be plain infuriating when they sit around and not really do anything (as per doctors orders I might add!), even more so when you take the dog out for 5 mins and return to find them asleep on the sofa again! I’m not sure who wants me to go back to work and for normality to return more!
Mrs Heatho – you are an amazing mummy. You are an amazing wife. Don’t forget it. Don’t question it. We love you and everything you do for us. Once I’m better, we’ll get back to exploring and adventuring again- I promise.