Man I wanted a break from work but I never asked for me to end up in a hospital.
I woke up on Monday feeling quite tired and sore like a flu was coming on... I decided to ignore those feelings and went into to work because I am a freak and feel guilty when I take time off work. Yes, I am aware that this thought is freaky.
I get to work and manage to draft an urgent document before I decide I can't keep my head up from slamming into the keyboard and head home.
The next two hours were spent sick and groaning from pain and fever.
I realised that something was wrong when i found myself lying on the cold tiles of my bathroom floor and didn't know how I got there.
It was quick call to my Dad and I was rushed through to the emergency ward and in the care of Canberra's best doctors and nurses.
I don't remember too much of the first hour as I was bloody crying mess and couldn't remember my own name ... luckily my dad was there to answer the questions.
I was finally transferred to the only bed available... the kids' ward and surrounded by children who were a lot tougher than me. Tough little kids. :-)
After five years, I was released and went home to my parents house for cuddles, warm food and hawk watching (my parents watched my every move while I was there... very cute and I was very thankful).
Anyway I am now safely sitting on my couch, with doona keeping my warm and soup made by my mum. I have been getting lots of concerned calls from my family, my boyfriend, and my friends. Its been lovely.
Still I wished for a holiday with a cocktail in my hand, not a drip in my arm.
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