I was psyched to wake up the other morning to find some of my fellow medium writers excitedly posting about bonus notifications that had landed in their email accounts.
I immediately went to check my inbox for mine, but — nada. Surely some mistake?
Okay, granted, my reader engagement is a little down at the moment. But I have a really great excuse.
It’s great being home, of course. But a little part of me misses the constant stream of nurses and doctors coming to take my temperature, blood pressure, give me meds, examine me — — oh, and the medical students! I actually told my doctors I was available for medical trainee examinations, I enjoyed their attention so much. McDreamies, guys, and gals alike…
Hey ho, at least I’ve had some great heroine and heroine stories to read this week, which has been no small compensation.
Hope you enjoy them too!
In E.D. Martin’s story, a hero is… a man unafraid of…
I found myself back in hospital last week after I had a myasthenic crisis. It was a bit of a shock, I really thought I had been pacing myself and taking it easy. Alas, I had overestimated what I am able to do. No more climbing stairs for me for a while.
Given that I had been in hospital only two weeks before, the health professionals were keen to take new actions to help me. It was decided to try me on a treatment of intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIg).
Once I got my head around the fact that I would need…
I remember watching a cartoon once, where a human opened the door on a budgie cage to allow the bird to fly to freedom, but the budgie pulls the door closed again. I think sometimes we humans can be like that too, sticking in our comfort zones long after it’d be healthier to step out. Summed up by these words from Anais Nin: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
Amen to that.
Great selection of thrifty word stories again this week; many thanks…
I went to the hospital two weeks ago, for what I believed was a couple of tests, but ended up being detained therein for nine days and eight nights.
It was a bit of a shock. But the good news is, my condition is not as bad as was first thought and after a series of tests and trial medications, I was released back home.
It’s a little bit scary how quickly I became institutionalised. Confined to bed, I had doctors and nurses examining, probing, prodding and pricking my body day and night.
Meals, medications and cups of tea were…