What a couple of days. I started feeling unwell on Saturday afternoon/evening. There was nothing specific, just a bit achy and a slight tightness in my chest. During Sunday I began to get pain in my left hand. I have some arthritis in my neck and hands and it felt like the onset of that. As the day progressed the pain in my hand got worse.
I know it's bad when I can't even hold my guitar. During the night I couldn't even hold a cup, and as for unscrewing pop bottles..forget it.
I had another restless night on the sofa and in the morning decided to ring the clinic.
I spoke to Staff Nurse Heather and explained my symptoms, adding that I'd been reading those little slips of paper that you find in the drug packaging- otherwise known as the Hypochondriac's Charter.
The upshot of all this is that I was called into the clinic for some blood tests, a chest X-ray and examination by the doctors. They are unsure if the arthritis is connected to my leukaemia treatment, so they wanted to keep me in for observation for 24- 48 hours.
The only problem was that there were no beds available. None. Zilch. Zip.
So they gave some more anti inflammatory pills, more antibiotics and sent me home.
Which is better. I crashed out when I got home, only waking for my dinner.
I woke up at about midnight and feel better. My hands are still sore but the swelling has gone down and I can pick things up.
When I mentioned that we had a parrot, the specialist went "oh". Parrots can pass on pneumonia, so Billy will have to move out or move on. Bugger.