Last week I had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night because I was in too much pain. A brand new experience all over, my first time riding in an ambulance and all that. By 3.30 am I was lying in a hospital bed with an IV in my hand (more firsts) but finally I could feel the pain going away.
I spent the next few days reading and being afraid of what the hell is going on. They did a lot of tests but they were all coming back all right.
Luckily, I had some visitors every day because let me tell you, the days seem twice as long in the hospital. There’s not much to do and I would always wake up really early, which made the day seem even longer.
My mum and Lenka came every day.
On Thursday I could even step outside. I was chuffed as it was 30°C and it smelled like summer.
They released me from the hospital on Friday around the noon. I have to be careful and watch for anything that might make it flare up again (as it is my back that is causing the problem, as opposed to gallbladder or kidneys, which were originally thought to be the culprits) but I am more or less all right now.
It could have been much, much worse.
As walking and generally moving around does me good, the first thing I did last weekend was visit Lenka. I was greeted by a very happy baby.
He’s always so smiley! Adorable.
My mum with baby Tom.
I’m still trying to spin this experience into something positive — and I think I’m getting there. It’s not necessarily bad to realise that we’re not going to be around forever and thus we should make the best out of the time we have here. That’s the angle I’m going for.