maxcelcat: (Dalek)
Sorry, this is somewhat old news, I don't get onto my blog as often as I should.

Deb and I picked up some epic food poisoning, or possibly gastro, on the weekend of the 22nd and 23rd. We thought at first it was something we ate whilst at Healesville Sanctuary, but all we had there were some sandwiches we'd taken with us, the only suspect item in them being hummus, which is not known for that sort of thing. We did joke that maybe we'd caught it from a wallaby.

Turned out later that a little boy who came to visit us, and his parents, both had the same thing, so we probably picked it up from snotty kisses from him!

It kicked in for both of us about 10PM, almost at the same time. I was feeling a bit gurgly so I got up, had some epic diarrhoea. Then I had what Henry Rollins described as "that little voice in your head" the one that says "Be prepared because you might be ready to throw up!" Deb got out of bed a the same time, and was stuck in the loo when the Voice proved to be correct! I made it as far as the laundry sink before I lost my lunch. Literally, that's what made me think it was the sandwiches.

We were still feeling a bit crap at 2AM. Usually we'd ride these things out, but Deb is 21 weeks pregnant, and we ended up calling the Royal Women's, where we'll be delivering this baby, at about 2AM. They said we should come in.

Somehow I dragged some clothes and shoes on, and dragged my sorry arse out to the car. Deb trailed behind me, carrying a bucket just in case! We were both feeling equally crappy, but I at least wasn't nauseous so I drove.

They admitted us pretty quickly at the Royal Women's emergency, Deb was one of two patients waiting. I went to move the car from the short term parking outside the emergency room to, eventually, a spot on the street that was good till 7.30AM. By the time I wandered back they'd admitted Deb, and she'd done a technicolor yawn into the bucket!

They wired her up to an IV and checked the baby's heart beat. Which was fine, we'd only been sick for a few hours so it wasn't like the bub had time to get distressed. The fluid went into her arm really fast. I tried to sleep a bit on two chairs and a pillow, without much success.

After Deb had already absorbed two thirds of the litre of fluid, she made me take myself next door to the Royal Melbourne emergency room because I looked like death. The Royal Women's couldn't treat me because, as the nurse put it, I didn't have boobs!

I dragged myself to the Royal Melbourne. It must have been about 4AM by this point. They gave me an anti-nausea drug and told me to wait. Which is typical of my (limited) experience of emergency rooms - I wasn't bleeding to death, so they got me to sit down.

There's nothing more depressing than an emergency room at 4AM. There were maybe five other people there, several of whom were trying to sleep. I sat around for the better part of two hours, listening to the same news headlines over and over on the droning TV. For the record, I don't care about Kate's boobs.

I ended up trying to get comfortable lying on a set of three seats, which I'm almost certain were specifically designed to make this difficult. Eventually, around 6AM, Deb was discharged from the Royal Women's, and I was still waiting to be seen. Fairly typical of an emergency room - the first and only time I was ever admitted via emergency was when I had a kidney stone in 2009, and that was quick partly because I was in terrible pain and partly because I was admitted to a private hospital. Which I regretted later when I got the bill!

I entertained myself while I waited in my usual way - tweeting. It was interesting, in a way, to see the people I follow who are in other timezones tweeting away. And the number of my people who I know here who were awake and tweeting at 5AM.

I went and asked the charge nurse where I was in the queue. I'd made it up to second spot. But since I hadn't barfed in about eight hours and my digestion was sort of under control, I took my leave of the hospital and Deb and I dragged ourselves home. I got back into bed about 7AM, which is typically when I get up!

We slept for most of Monday, only getting up to go to a long scheduled ultrasound. In all I think we spent about 18 hours in bed that day.
maxcelcat: (Catnip Cat macro)
I'm sure I've whinged here before about being sick. Well, it's been true. Since December 2010 I've barely gone a month without a cold or something. Six or seven colds I had in a row. The most recent of which developed into a chest infection, which then further degenerated into bronchitis. I was on penicillin to fight that one!

This has been most unusual for me. Usually, I get a cold every couple of years, and I've had the flu maybe twice in my entire life. Eventually, after the advice of several doctors (and indeed my girlfriend), I had to admit that maybe this was my body's way of telling me to slow down.

Slow down! I insisted that I wasn't doing too much! Apart from working full time, studying an MBA, going to my Toastmasters club, twice weekly trips to the gym, riding my bike, hanging out with people, sundry other activities... OK, so, maybe that is a lot. The trouble is this is how I've always lived my life, burning the candle at both ends.

This culminated in a trip to the Gym a few weeks back where I ended up wheezing like an asthmatic. At that point I had to admit that maybe, just maybe I was overdoing it.

Part of the underlying problem is probably my apnoea. Despite my CPAP machine, I never really sleep that well. Which means I'm used to functioning whilst not really fully awake. Which also means I've become quite good over the years at pushing myself to do things even when my body was telling me I shouldn't. So after some ten years of that, my body finally gave up and said "no more!".

So for the last three weeks or so I've been taking it easy. Not going to the gym, not riding my bike, not doing anything aside from working and sleeping. It's been driving me bonkers. I have a short attention span and a constant need for stimulation, which explains why I was always rushing around and always saying yes to things.

So I'm officially well again, finally. About time, since it's my birthday next week. From here on, I'm going to have to listen to my body more than my mind when it comes to pushing myself to be doing stuff.
maxcelcat: (Catnip Cat macro)
OK, looks like LJ is back... Seemed to disappear for me for a few days there.

I have another cold. This is the sixth or seventh (I've lost count!) I've had since December 2010. I seem to be sick more than I'm healthy lately. Serious, this is nearly one cold a month.

This one is a nasty virus that's going around - the Girlfriend had it so bad she took a whole week off work, and was coughing so bad she had to sleep in another bed so I could get some sleep.

And inevitably I caught said cold. I will insist on kissing my sick girlfriend won't I? It's been doing the rounds, everyone's had it, and it generally lasts three weeks. I'm into my second week, so I'm doing well to be almost well again. Almost.

One of the doctors I visited a few months back with one of my earlier colds told me that having a cold makes you more susceptible to another one later. It damages the membranes in your nose and throat, making it easier to acquire another virus. Great. Means I've probably got more colds to look forward to.

(And before anyone offers advice about what I should be taking, I'm on every relevant vitamin I can think of. Most of which I'm pissing straight out of my system!)
maxcelcat: (Dalek)
Me in the Epworth 2

First of I should say: I'm alright, it was nothing life-threatening. And this photo makes me look far sicker than I was!

Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk when I felt a kind of deep seated aching pain in my lower right back area. I figured it was some kind of cramp, so I stretched a bit, bit it didn't improve. Then, slowly, the pain moved around to the front of my abdomen... And became so intense I couldn't really concentrate. I decided I'd better get myself some attention, so I told my boss I wasn't well and hopped on a tram home... I'd actually ridden my bike in to work, so it is still locked up in the carpark of my office!

I made an appointment with my GP for the afternoon, thinking I could just drag myself there and see what he thought.

I made it part of the way home - I was on the train to Preston when I could hardly breath I was in so much pain, almost doubled over. I managed to drag myself off the train, and then I called myself an ambulance! I really thought I'd ruptured something, and I could barely move.

The ambulance took a while to turn up, then they couldn't quite work out how to get to the platform I was on. I was sitting on a bench, holding my middle and hoping they would turn up and get me some relief. Eventually they found me, and gave me an odd stick of a thing, kind of like a whistle, which had a vile-tasting inhalable pain killer - which proceeded to make me quite woozy.

I had a choice of hospitals they could take me to, the Epworth (private) or St Vincents. The ambulance paramedic said the Epworth was probably the better of the two, and damn it I have private health insurance, I should use it! So they took me there - which was all of about 200 metres from West Richmond stations, so the trip took no time.

They admitted me and bunged me into a bed in their emergency area, and gave me one of those stupid hospital gowns to put on.

Everyone I'd seen, from the paramedic on, had said it sounded a lot like a kidney stone working it's way out of my system, which would have explained the waves of pain. They popped a catheter into my hand, and started pumping morphine into it! Actually, I think the protocol was saline then morphine then saline, to pump it in. They gave me two rounds of that, then something for the nausea it caused, and something again in my thigh... And slowly the pain died down.

I'd spoken to Deb a couple of times, and she had had a good solid fret! Eventually they gave me a phone at the hospital and I told her where I was, she dropped everything and made her way there.

I had a CT and an x-ray, which then got sent off for an assessment. The CT scan dude and the x-ray lady made their own quick diagnoses that indeed it was a kidney stone.

So then it was just a matter of waiting. The pain had kicked in about 12.30 in the arvo, by about 6PM I was feeling in less pain, but a bit damn woozy. And indeed bored, so I stared relaying the whole saga on my twitter stream much to the interest of my followers!

The official diagnosis came back - a stone of 6MM in size, which is considered quite large. Apparently these things usually work themselves out, albeit painfully... Great. So it's probably still making it's way down my urethra... So I'm at home with panadeine forte (a strong pain killer) and an anti-inflammatory. So we'll see how I go over the next couple of days.

Oh, and I have an appointment with a kidney guy tomorrow evening...

I Is Sick

Oct. 12th, 2009 03:56 pm
maxcelcat: (Magritte's Pipe)
Strangely, burning the candle at both ends since May the 10th has caught up with me. I have a most annoying cold. Ah well, I've got a medical certificate for Monday and Tuesday, so I might go do some sleeping.

Sick

Jun. 25th, 2008 09:57 pm
maxcelcat: (Satan)
I've got a cold. Couldn't have anything to do with doing fuck loads of bike riding on Friday and Saturday, staying up late sitting around two separate bonfires, and spending about sixteen hours in the cinema on Saturday and Sunday, could it? :-)

Actually, my whole office has been sick, not to mention mah GF and her entire (shared) household.

And that's about all I had to say about it. Being sick is boring, except for getting to sit around all day in your pyjamas :-)

Hungry

Apr. 19th, 2008 12:34 am
maxcelcat: (Catnip Cat macro)
Damn it, I haven't really eaten anything in about 24 hours. In fact, I've not really had anything much stay in my stomach since sometime Thursday afternoon. I spent most of today (Friday) asleep, then somehow managed to drag myself into the city... Mind you, I had to get off the tram on Smith Street and almost barf, which wasn't fun.

Tried eating some chips in a horrid English themed pub, but only managed about three... Which I later barfed into the loo of a jewellery store/cafe that we were in! Fun!!!! Not. Actually, I felt a whole lot better after that...

And then we went and saw Henry Rollins at the Comedy Theatre... Which somehow I survived, I was almost about to give up and go home for more sleep. We'll see how tonight goes...

I'm Ill

Apr. 18th, 2008 02:25 pm
maxcelcat: (The Good The Bad and The Ugly)
And not in a cool rap kind of way...

Was out at a bar last night, where I ate an ill-advised pizza. I don't even like pizza. Anyway, about four hours later I got to see the Pizza again, in a strangely satisfying purging event :-) Followed a few hours later by another, which pretty much cleared my system of its entire contents. Even to the extent of making my nose run.

Mind you, I am an idiot, I've been eating the most incredible shite lately.

And my day yesterday went like this: Got up, pottered around, had lunch with my dad (hmmmm, in retrospect, I wonder if that Dahl wasn't a contributing factor...), went to the Gym, looked at a unit for rent in Northcote, ended up driving into the city because the train I was about to catch at Clifton Hill was both late and not really going to the right part of the city, had a cup of tea and the aforementioned pizza at this bar whilst having a surprisingly interesting discussion with a christian guy who is also on Twitter. No wonder I was rooted, this can't be doing good things to my system...

Then I stayed up late chatting to some people, waiting for my guts to settle down... Which they didn't really do... :-(

So I've ended up spending my last day as a "free man" sleeping, till about 1.30PM. I was supposed to go get a tattoo this afternoon, but decided that would be a really bad idea, so I moved my "session". So all I really have to do today is make it to the Comedy Theatre at 8PM to see Henry Rollins! Yay!

Ah, feeling loads better now... That lemonade helped.

I was worried - Deb had really bad Gastro earlier this week, couldn't even stomach water. I'm pretty sure this wasn't the same thing, more a pizza specific event :-)

Sleep

Feb. 12th, 2008 01:32 pm
maxcelcat: (Orange Hair)
Regular readers will remember I have a fun fun condition called Obstructive Sleep Apnoea. It's not directly life threatening, but it is a pain in the arse.

Basically, if I want to sleep, I've been having to plug myself into a device called a CPAP machine. Which works, but is fiddly and somewhat annoying. And makes traveling difficult, let alone spontaneously crashing on a friends couch after a hard nights drinking (not that I do that either... Hmmm.)

Regular readers will also remember I had surgery on a deviated septum back in November 2006, which was supposed to help and possibly cure the apnoea. It didn't, although it did help.

Anyway, after eight or more years of this, I was recently referred to a specialist dentist for an alternative treatment, a kind of weird mouth guard-like device called a mandibular advancement splint (say that three times fast!) which works by pulling your jaw forward and hopefully preventing one's airways from collapsing.

First they had to xray my head in a weird Iron Maiden like device, of which there is one in Melbourne, out Malvern way. Then the nice dentist bloke took molds of my teeth with some vile tasting rubbery substance, and looked at said xrays. Which apparently showed I was an ideal candidate for the mandibular whatsit to work.

And finally, yesterday morning, I picked the thing up (er, after forking over around $1400 for it. Ouch.) So last night was my first night with the thing - and it worked great! I slept like a log! I think the non-deviated septum thing helped as well, so between the two, I'm free of the CPAP machine! Woo!

I'll have to give it a couple of weeks to see how it goes, but I'm very, very, very pleased. It'll make a whole lot of things - notably traveling around the world in June and July - a whole heck of a lot easier. Not to mention visiting friends, and that I don't have a vacuum cleaner like CPAP machine humming next to my head.

And of course, the xrays of my head also showed that my one filling needs some work. Fun. For someone who's not sick I have a shed load of medical bills...!
maxcelcat: (Dancing Kitty)
Man... I've had a cold for about two weeks now. Well, if I'm still sick on the weekend, it'll be two weeks. This is like the worst cold I've had, er, well in years.... I'm thinking it might be a low-level flu, that I've been working through... Which might have been a dumb idea in retrospect... Anyway, I think it's clearing up finally. Nose is slowly stopping running...
maxcelcat: (It's Time!)
This is for [livejournal.com profile] evildoom_bunny :-P

Acording to the Wikipedia the symptoms of the 'Flu include:

  1. Body aches, especially joints and throat
  2. Coughing and sneezing - Check
  3. Extreme coldness and fever - Check, the fever at least
  4. Fatigue - Check
  5. Headache - Check
  6. Irritated watering eyes - Check
  7. Nasal congestion - Check
  8. Nausea and vomiting - er, haven't developed this one
  9. Reddened eyes, skin (especially face), mouth, throat and nose - Check
About three of the muscles in my right arm a have been tense and or twitching since Sunday. It's utterly infuriating!

Facebook

Oct. 18th, 2007 09:09 pm
maxcelcat: (Dancing Kitty)
He he... Guess who is procrastinating about reading his email? :-)

Haven't mentioned Facebook much of late have I?

I now have the grand total of 124 "friends." It could be argued that going out and friending other people with the same name as me is getting a bit stupid. Which would be true :-)

Have I mentioned that it's really boring being sick?

Bath Time

Oct. 18th, 2007 07:56 pm
maxcelcat: (Magritte's Pipe)
I'm still sick, damn it. Either it's a bad cold or a mild flu.

Last night I had my first bath in... Well, I'm not entirely sure I've ever used the bath here in my flat and I've been here since Feb of 2005. And before anyone makes "You haven't had a bath in three years? You must be pretty stinky. Ha ha ha. Ha" I will point out that I've probably had several hundred showers in that time :-P

(Wait... Does a Spa count as a bath? Had one of those in November of last year at a B&B on the Bellarine peninsula.)

My bath has a few drawbacks: It uses the entire contents of my hotwater heater to fill it. It's tiny. And the shower head tends to drip cold water on your head if you sit under it. Never the less, to my surprise I found some bath, er, syrupy stuff, and hopped in. It kinda worked, except my knees stuck out and got cold. Sort of worked to easy my aching right arm, too. Which is possibly a symptom of the Flu. Mind you, is it safe to diagnose oneself from an entry on the Wikipedia? :-) I suppose it is if you're a nerd...
maxcelcat: (Einstrezende Neabauten)
Damn it, how is that I've survived all year without getting a cold, only to get one now? Stupid pathogens.

Anyway, I've spent a weird afternoon going through some of my inboxes. Yes, inboxes. I have... let me look... seven email addresses which I read regularly. Why on earth would anyone need so many email addresses? Well, there is method to my madness: one of them is specifically for mailing lists. One is for when I'm being an Activist. Another is my personal, every day email address. One is specifically for emailing people without them having to wonder what is at "www.maxcelcat.com" (I bought a personal domain for this purpose alone!)

And the one which has been giving me the most trouble is an address I use exclusively to forward stuff to myself. Mostly from work. However, I find, 90% of the time, the link or article or whatever that I come across at work is really not that interesting, and probably seemed far less boring when I was trying to cope with being at work. So I really don't look at it often enough... Today, there were 852 items in it!!!! Dating back to April of last year. Man... Anyway, I've been going through them and doing some serious deleting. And trying to work out what the fuck I was thinking ever bothering to look at some of this crap! I mean, why did I think I might be interested in the history of Heavy Metal on the Wikipedia???

I'm not sure I can be bothered looking at the last 469 unread emails, I might just delete them all.

I don't think I'll be going to work tomorrow. I'm not well and my mind has turned into Pudding.
maxcelcat: (Dancing Kitty)
I think I have the first stages of a cold, fuck it. It's spring for crying out loud! I've been around Sick People for months with no ill effects - hooray for my immune system. Ah, where's that fun fun cold medication???!!?

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