LET'S DO THIS

So today I am going to do my first 'house keeping' job.

I know you are going to think I'm crazy, bearing in mind how bad I was yesterday... but I really want to do it.

And I will make sure I've taken me pain killers, so I can actually move, and if it takes me longer than the designated time, too bad.

I want to do a good job... I know I can do this well!

After I've done it, I will come home and just totally relax again.  So please don't worry about me.  I will pace myself.  I will be fine.

I'm a tough cookie, and the pain can now be managed.  Thank god for pain killers!

It's gunna be a GOOD DAY...

ONWARD...

So I'm up, and there is some pain, even with the pain killers on board, so I'm NOT being silly ... I have asked my daughter Kelly to come and help me.

She can do whatever I find difficult, and this way I won't over tax myself.

I feel.... weird.  Groggy even.  So am even having something to eat this morning, to help avoid any stomach issues with the pain killers.

SEE, I am being sensible!  *smiles*

Oh and Kelly can do the driving too... let's not drive while feeling groggy eh?  lol

12.30 pm:  Well where to start?

I vomited before I left for the job.  SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE... obviously.  But I didn't want to let the house owner down, so I went.

I managed to do 'some' of the work, but Kelly did the majority of it for me.  I spent a lot of time vomiting unfortunately.
And sweating profusely, like I've never sweated before.

In fact... don't tell me off!!!!!... I have never been that sick.

So sick in fact that I asked Kelly to take me straight to the doctors when we finished the house.

By the time we got there I was having a full blown panic attack and could hardly breathe!  Yep, I shouldn't have gone.

At the Doctors they did all sorts of things... gave me anti nausea medication, diazepam, blood test, and an ECG, cos my chest was tight and I had pins and needles in me hands and legs, felt all dizzy etc etc.

Like I said, never felt so sick in me life before.

Stew came home from work, Kelly went back to Hamilton and I'm sitting here feeling utterly wretched.

And then IT HIT ME.... I had all the symptoms of a blood sugar low!  Like a MASSIVE LOW.  So I checked my bloods, and they were HIGH????  
WTF?  edit:  I just remembered:  I took a glucose tablet before I did the test... so that's why it was high!  

Now I'm utterly confused.

Shaking me head now... think I'll just sit here and sleep.  And see how I feel in a few hours.
I will try to eat something though, cos I need to stabilise my blood level.

Blood... the bastards took more blood off me.  They tried my left arm cos I'd had bloods drawn from my 'good' right arm yesterday at the hospital.  Waste of time, they couldn't get blood from me left arm at all.  So back to the right arm they went.  Two needles!  Bastards.  *sigh*

So.  Quite a morning!

Kay Jay:  Yes I am, I have taken it before without being sick, so it wasn't that.  It was a blood sugar low, I'm quite sure of it.

CHRISTY:  Well I think it was probably BOTH, because when they had me breathe into a paper bag it got a bit easier to breathe and I did calm down a bit.  

I've now had a small amount to eat, had a good rest and am feeling so much better.  Such a relief.

I'm quite OVER being a sicko! lol

It's just NOT ME.  I'm usually rearing to go do stuff.
So... let's get back to it.  Tonight I'm going out with my friend Sue T, we are driving a few of the FBG walk sections, to check them out for accuracy, distance, safety and so on.
I'm 'navigator', so no stress or exercise involved.  I don't need any of that shit right now *laughing*.

And boom, just like that, 4 sections/maps/instructions done and dusted.  
I got a phone call from the Doctor I saw today while out doing the mapping.

Blood tests came back.  The one for 'heart attack' indicators was CLEAR.
The one for 'blood clot' indicators was POSITIVE.

So I'm supposed to present myself at Waikato Hospital for a bloody CAT Scan!  WTF?  I don't want to go.  But Stew is insisting I go.  Grrrrr.
It's gunna be a complete waste of time and money cos I'm damn sure I ain't got a damn blood clot!  Why would I have a blood clot?  Seriously.

Fuck it.  I will have to go.  Like, after dinner. Tonight.  What a fag.

So I rang the hospital and they don't have the paperwork from my doctor asking for me to have a CAT Scan.  So I will ring my Dr in the morning and see what's going on?

And well... that's the end of my day.  I'm over it.

One last thing, which is positive... the lady who's home we cleaned today is VERY HAPPY with it.  So, thanks Kelly!  You did an excellent job.

Edit: got talked into coming up to the bloody hospital by a nurse on HealthLine... so now we sit and wait, probably for hours and hours. For NOTHING I reckon.