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. 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 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.
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.