Insomnia, writing and illness

I’ve been ill. I mean, it’s coincided with there being no internet so I wasn’t going to mention it, but I am now starting to get the effects of the drugs I’m on. It’s my own fault. If I’d payed more attention to my body I would have been fine but instead I decided to ignore it. To soldier on.

In truth a couple of months a go I did go see the doctor and say I was having problems balancing. Now for someone with dyspraxia, this is not a new feeling. But the swimming head was. If anything I was expecting to be told I had an ear infection and sent on my way with some medication. What can I say other than I have really odd shaped ears which leave me prone to infections that are more common in three year old children.

Except the doctor said that I was clear. But he did suggest I had a sinus problem and told me to take some antibiotics. I was going to. Honest.

I was in a rush that day so I decided to get them the next day, after all, it might just go away. The next day I felt better. The day after better again.

The doctor had asked if I had a bad tooth. I had said no. I didn’t think I had.

It was a mistake. About a week after that and having never cashed the prescription one of my teeth lost the filling to reveal an abscess and very little tooth. Β I went to the dentist. He gave me a low grade antibiotic to hit the infection on the head as the abscess was small and it appeared to have cleared up. I didn’t mention the sinus problem because I didn’t see it as a problem.

So I go home with an appointment for a week later. I did notice a few spots at the back of my throat but by extraction day they were gone. I thought nothing of it.

I went to the dentist and had my first tooth out in the chair. It was not a nice process. The socket appeared to be healing but my constant checking did reveal the spots at the back of my throat were back. I was also tasting blood, a lot. I thought it was the tooth, or rather the lack of it. But it had developed Β the granulation tissue over the hole and shouldn’t have been causing a problem.

Two days later, and now the weekend, I realised that I had a temperature. It was fairly high. I rang the doctor and was told to go to the out of hours doctor.

I don’t know about the rest of the country but the out of hours doctor in Wales is a local doctor that has an office in A&E. So I dutifully get in the car, thinking I may not be driving, and go the A&E.

An hour wait later I am sat in front of my local doctor. He looks in my throat.

“Ah…”

Odd, I think. I thought that was my line.

“I’ll be right back,” he says.

So I wait. And I wait…

In the end I got out my kindle and read. He was about half an hour. Then he comes back in and hands me a load of tablets.

“See me Monday.”

Okay, so I leave. I get home and check the packet. Some sort of penicillin… I take them. The infection is nasty and I now have open sores on my tongue.

Monday comes around and I see the doctor. He gives me another set of pills, the same kind, but he has extended the length of time I’m on them. I will be on these antibiotics for 10 days by the time I’m finished and I’m taking 2000mg of penicillin a day.

Why am I telling you this?

Well, it isn’t just a rant. You see I had noticed I wasn’t well, but I run my own business and as a result there is no one to take over if you get ill. So you don’t.

I mean, you get ill, but you ignore it or you push it to the back of your mind. If I have taken the first lot of antibiotics would I be this unwell unable to sleep because I feel ill?

No, I would be fine. I may not have even lost a tooth.

I ignored the signs. When my word count dropped from 3500 words a day to 500 I just thought I was having an off day. But I didn’t want to do anything. I should have gone to the doctors. I should have stood on the highest point I could find and scream to someone that something was wrong.

Instead, I decided to be strong and have ended up very weak.

In seven days time I turn 39 and yet, once again, I have allowed myself to become very ill, just because I was worried about not being able to work. So as a warning to all of you out there who are pushing yourselves to the limit.

Don’t, it really isn’t worth it. Even after the antibiotics I can safely say that I’m going to need a while to get over this.

And if you were wondering about the tooth that had gone – the socket is healing well. It was only a little tooth so all is good.

Hopefully, in a few weeks time I will be back to normal, but right now I feel fairly bad. Serves me right really. I should listen to myself more.

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10 thoughts on “Insomnia, writing and illness

  1. Sorry to hear you have been going through the mill somewhat recently. Ahhh dentists I have a phobia of dentists. I have been having a few problems with my own teeth for a while and have not got the courage together to actually visit the dentist yet. Its funny if a friend had come to you with the same issues you would probably have dragged them down to the doctors or the dentists whilst giving them a good telling off. I think we dyslexics are very good at giving advice and support to others but very bad at listening to and supporting our ourselves. A case of do as I say but don’t do as I do lol. Yes running your own business also makes taking time off difficult. It seems like we have no choice but to struggle on through any illness. I know I did struggle on despite advice from my doctors after my heart attack. But I felt I had no choice because I was in the middle of the Unique project. Realistically I could have contacted the funders and asked them for more time to completed the project but I didn’t. I think so many dyslexics are driven by their passions at the expense of everything else. Making it impossible seemingly impossible to switch off. Thanks for sharing your experiences I think I will get my own sorry backside off to the dentist next week to try and deal with the teeth issues I am having.

    1. I hope you do. I’m annoyed I didn’t take the advice and have ended up losing a tooth. It’s near the front too. Although you can’t see it when I smile, thank goodness. πŸ™‚

    1. Thanks. And don’t worry I will be taking all the antibiotics and then if I still feel poorly I will be back at the doctors like a shot. πŸ™‚

      Hope you are okay.

  2. Oh Kate! So sorry to hear you’ve been unwell. That thought, oh well, I’m sure I’ll be better in the morning is too easy to heed and then you end up paying the price. Hope the antibiotics work and that you’ll soon be yourself again!

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