You know that saying about things happening in threes? I’m no gambler, but right about now I’d prefer some sort of race winning trifecta rather than the trio of triage visits the universe has thrown at me this year.
On Thursday I found myself back in hospital. It had been 8 weeks since I was last there and the Epiploic Appendigitis should’ve been long gone by now, except I was still in agony and knew something wasn’t right.
One CT scan and several very helpful nurses and a doctor later (seriously, how good are the staff in hospitals? If you are one, you are amazing) it was revealed that the appendigitis thing was all cleared up (hooray!) but my kidneys were in need of some hefty antibiotics via an IV drip.
Of course they were! Why wouldn’t they be? I mean I haven’t had a drink in months and I’m eating like an up myself vegan guinea pig, so of course it makes complete sense for my kidneys to decide to have a bit of a holiday.
So there’s no What I Wore post this week because let’s face it, Hospital Chic probably isn’t my most flattering look.
Especially when you forget to do up the button at the back of your hospital gown and almost give old mate in the bed next door to you quite the eye full as you make your way to the bathroom.
Fortunately one of the very helpful nurses happened to be nearby at the time and did that button up quicker than you could say ‘well there’s something my eyes can never unsee’ but still, it was not my finest fashion moment!
But enough about me, what’s new with you? Flashed anyone lately? Felt like this year has been a bit shit? Tell me all the things.
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