Between the editing of GET LAMP and the hospital stay, January was a thin month for entries. Sorry about that.
Tasks on GET LAMP are now becoming longer, with longer breaks. (This is good.) So I have some time to at least write a bit here and get into the swing of things. I wanted to mention the good thing that came out of my hospital stay, since it’s notable how things have changed for me since then.
When we last left our historian, he ended up staying in the hospital for a few days because of an infection in his lower intestine. Oh, did he love that.
Bathroom breaks, which had been once every 40 minutes, became once an hour, then down to 30 minutes, then slowly back to what I guess most people would consider “normal”, i.e. once or twice every 2-3 days. This was painful and unpleasant, but I was in the hospital and an awful lot of people were checking up on me, and I found out how much my blood pressure medicine makes a difference when I was off it for a day, so as far as things went, all is well and good. I didn’t stay overnight in a hospital for years and years, until I was about 36, and since then I’ve done it three times. Either I’m getting sicker or I’m more likely to get myself somewhere and quick at the sign of medical need. Either way, I thought this hospital did just fine.
Everyone called it a bowel infection except this one doctor, who called it Dysentery. Bear in mind, calling something Dysentery is like calling it Hysteria. It might be vaguely accurate in a naming sense but it’s medically worthless – anything could fall under that, stuff that is totally at cross-purposes for treatment, and so it falls out of favor over the decades in favor of, you know, real terms. But he said Dysentery and somehow that made the whole thing hilarious.
It looked for a while I was going to get a Colonoscopy. Then it didn’t. Then they told me they were going to put me on antibiotics and send me on my way. Which they did.
I was given some pretty strong antibiotics, I guess. Cipro was one of them. I’ve since gotten rid of the containers so I couldn’t tell you the other. They tasted awful. I took them properly, and knew enough not to stop taking them when I felt “better”, since these things need to run their course and kill all of the bacteria/whosis.
But a strange thing happened a week later. I got back my sense of smell.
I didn’t even know I HAD lost my sense of smell, but I guess I did, because it came roaring back. Apparently I must have had a sinus infection or some other joy in my skull and the antibiotics wiped it out. I could breathe easier and I could smell, well, everything. I can smell trees when I pass them. I can smell car exhaust where cars have somewhat recently been. I can smell decay and smoke and grass and animals and clothes, and believe me, I couldn’t smell this stuff at ALL before.
Food tastes crazy now. I see why people like canned junk food, because I can suddenly taste the cartoon insanity of junk food, the bouquet of meat, the glissando of mixed liquids.
I really have no idea how long this veil has been over me – at least half a decade, but maybe much longer. I can’t remember ever being able to breathe this well through my nose, for example. And I can’t recall walking up staircases and smelling days-old scents of whatever cleaner was used on them.
It is an amazing situation, and one I will make the most of.
But more than that, there’s a feeling my brain has, where it has stumbled onto a whole new (or apparently long-forgotten) way of regarding the world. The whole thing has a veneer of newness about it – everything has a new way to be regarded and my mind is heavily geared towards exploring and enjoying new things. So now it is. That this situation would occur to me at my age is, well, a really nice way to make up for a week of hell with the sickness.
And how was your month?
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