In Training: Believe it or not...

Yeah so the reason I haven't been around (thanks for asking Xeno!) is because well, I've been 'in hospital' as the British say. For a week, just got out last Friday. There was the shingles at first, then the sinus infection, immediately followed by a simultaneous bacterial throat infection (the worst I've ever felt in my life) and a urinary infection. Basically, I was so weak I couldn't be bothered to sit up to take medicine and my resting heart rate was hanging out around 150, getting up to 163 at the highest.

I went through heart tests and a CT scan, two IV locations, two antibiotics that made me feel sicker than when I came in, and getting stuck with needles 9 times in five days. At one point I was taking six pills with dinner. I also have the most beautiful bruises on my arms and hands. They were and still are afraid that I might have an immune system problem.
The thing that really killed me though was only being able to see Royal for two hours each day! I couldn't speak to my parents (literally at one point, couldn't eat, couldn't talk) and couldn't spend time with my husband, or have him look out for me.

I could go on about the pros and cons of the NHS system, but I'll just stick with one of each.
Con: Doctors and nurses didn't really feel the need to tell me what was going on. Ex: Failed to tell me what antibiotic I was being given, and when they added yet another pill I didn't even know why. This is a huge pet peeve as I really feel you have to look out for yourself where medicine is concerned, or have someone there to help -- I was pretty out of it and it would have been especially difficult to ask questions when I couldn't speak.
Pro: Pretty comfy beds and good meals, which was really nice.

Throat is great now, just finished up the second antibiotic this evening so I hope all is well. Still very tired and my legs are so weak - apparently this happens after being pretty much bed-bound for over a month - but at least I'm not as weak anymore.

There we have it, believe it or not. I admit that while in the hospital after being told I would be going home the next day, and then for the third time being told I'd have to stay, I couldn't see the bright side anymore. I just ran through everything that's happened since I've moved here (bank problems, living without a fridge/freezer, husband gone, sickness sickness sickness, etc.) and lost it, I thought it was never going to end. I couldn't even cry because I didn't want everyone to see me - silly I guess, but how I felt at the time. Now honestly, I do feel stronger and almost normal. I don't know how I got through it, but I did and I'm so happy to be home. So dramatic.

Royal just left again for two weeks - training - and unfortunately my mother who was flying here on standby has not been able to make her second/connecting flight and doesn't know when she'll be able to make the next one so... alone again, but at least under better circumstances than before!