Let’s make the point

Here it is, it’s been a while since the last post, but I’ve had a few things going on… So now I’m putting the pieces of the past together and trying to explain.

So, I was in Italy for almost two weeks, and taking advantage of the rituximab therapy, I also enjoyed some sun and warmth.

The therapy was scheduled for Tuesday. And what do I do on Monday? I faint sitting at my desk at home and hit my head on the floor. Panic. Let me clarify that I was fine, in the sense that I was conscious and not showing any other signs.

I panicked not because of the fall, but because of the consequences, such as the therapy the next day. So, after consulting with my doctor the next day, I went to Milan for the appointment, with a possibility for the therapy and then a CT scan, maybe, who knows. Since I always have my hospital bag ready by now, I brought it with me (the bare essentials: two pajamas, slippers).

So, on Tuesday, the appointment, the therapy. They see that I’m fine, so no hospitalization. But since the flight back to the hostile country was scheduled for Thursday, they advise me to have a CT scan.

On Wednesday, I have the CT scan on my head, and nothing abnormal is found. So, on Thursday, I leave peacefully to return to the hostile country. A bit battered and bruised, but quite calm.

The weekend passes, where I’m thrown into London life with friends. Fortunately, it’s warm, and I enjoy it even more.

Monday morning, I have my INR check in London. The nurse calls, and her worried husband tells me that the value is 10 (the maximum should be 3) and that I should go to their place, as they’ll give me vitamin K to normalize everything.

So, on Monday at two o’clock, I go to get the vitamin, but the nurse realizes that I hit my head, and therefore, very concerned about a possible brain hemorrhage (considering that I was fine), she sends me to the emergency room.

In the emergency room, they redo the CT scan, electrocardiogram, blood pressure, doctor’s examination, and they tell me that everything is fine. In total, four and a half hours in the emergency room, with one examination (the electrocardiogram) where they started asking me questions about the fall, the bruises (they had asked my husband to leave for privacy reasons, which seemed very strange to me. I mean, domestic violence was the only thing missing).

Tuesday, a new blood check, a new INR appointment.

Yesterday, I caught up with the backlog of work.

Today, I took stock and managed to write.

PS: Saturday is Trooping the Colour. Ready!