change of plans

...aaaaaaand cancel that.


This morning I finished my three days of iso, and drove to Hospital 1, where they injected me with stuff, scanned me for an hour, and sent me on my way. I then spent the rest of the morning fasting and trying not to think about food, before rocking up to Hospital 2, packed and ready for my surgery.

There I was, in the reception area, when my surgeon called me and told me that my latest scans showed that I had a chest infection. Which would make surgery way too dangerous, so it would be postponed. Also, sit tight, he was heading my way to bring me prescriptions and referrals to a respiratory specialist.

I am somewhat prone to fainting.

Ideal conditions for fainting include:
- low blood sugar (haven't eaten enough)
- short of breath (chest infection)
- stress (postponing urgent surgery)

So I hung up with the surgeon and immediately collapsed in the middle of the hospital's reception. Tell you what – if you want to see how many nurses you can get to make a fuss of you, try fainting somewhere medical. I ended up with five nurses checking my temperature, bringing me water, feeding me sandwiches, helping me into a wheelchair, and (of course) checking my Covid results.

I do NOT have Covid.

I do have a chest infection that will take strong antibiotics and a few weeks to get rid of. After which I can hopefully have my surgery.

Bugger, damn, blast, and all that. This really sucks.