My own bed!
My own shower!
No one to wake me up in the middle of the night to check I’m doing okay! (Well, I was… until you woke me up!)
I’m home from my second pacemaker surgery, and can add another exhibit to my list (you can see exhibits A-D here, in my previous post where I wrote about the reason I feel anxious before surgery). Continue reading “Home, sweet home”
I’m having surgery tomorrow.
I’m having surgery tomorrow.
I’m having surgery tomorrow.
A quiet chant inside my head.
A persistent drumbeat.
Like the throbbing of an open wound. Continue reading “My body: the unknown quantity”
This is the second of two posts about navigating the medical system.
If you haven’t read part 1, you can find it here: Captain of your health (part 1) Otherwise, read on!
Phew! You got an appointment! After all that effort, the last thing you want to do now is waste it. So how do you get the most out of an appointment?
Continue reading “Captain of your health (part 2)”
Imagine that, all of a sudden, someone kidnapped you and made you the captain of a large ship. Unfortunately, you’ve never learned how to sail. It’s foggy, and you’re desperately trying to steer through shallow channels, to maneuver through the currents while avoiding reefs and icebergs. At the same time, with no experience, you’re supposed to give orders to the crew about when to tighten the rigging, and when to let it loose, when to put out the oars, and when to throw ballast overboard. You’re standing with two feet on dry decking, but you’re so overwhelmed you feel like you’re drowning in the sea you’re supposed to be navigating. Continue reading “Captain of your health (part 1)”
Reflections Of A Bear 