This evening while I was getting Isaac ready for bed, I pulled back his pillow to retrieve his pyjamas and to my astonishment found two toy Lightning McQueen cars.
I know that the tooth fairy leaves money for collecting teeth. What body parts has Isaac been donating that explains why I found two toy cars under his pillow this evening?!
A minute or two later, once Isaac had changed for bed, Joshua came bounding in and revealed that he had been the one to place them there as a surprise. What a little japester!
This is probably the right photograph to sum up my week: a bed. I have slept a lot this week. They say that sleep is the great healer, well it seems that’s exactly what my body has needed.
It is now nine weeks since the headache started, and eight since I was admitted to hospital and diagnosed with viral meningitis.
My energy levels are still very low and I’ve been taking my GP’s advice to the letter and pacing myself, going for sleeps during the afternoon when I’ve needed them. I’ve been sleeping anywhere between one hour and three and a half or more.
Over the last couple of weeks the headache seems to be loosening its grip on me. I’ve only had to take painkillers on a couple of occasions during the last seven days. While the headache once raged like an incessant storm inside my head, dulled only by 30/500 co-codamol that also played havoc with my stomach, I now only get visited by the occasional headache ‘thunderstorm’ that rumbles for a few minutes and then dissipates almost as quickly as it arrives.
My eyesight has been continuing to improve, which is a tremendous relief. My left eye is now just about 20/20, my right is not quite there yet. I can’t read yet with my right eye unless the text is very close to my face and I look at the line above the one I’m trying to read and rely on my peripheral vision to see the text.
I saw the ophthalmologist again at Victoria Hospital, Kirkcaldy on Wednesday. She was happy with my progress, and suggested there was no intervention that she could suggest that would sleep up the healing process. Nature seemed to be doing that on its own, so let it. I’ve to return in eight weeks.
I made a decision at the start of August, while I was in a hospital bed, that I should not feel anxious or frustrated about this. I am healing, slowly but surely. I’ll be ready when I am. It’s a strategy that, other than a few days where my optimism has dipped, is working for me.
Other than the occasional visit to hospitals, and a short walk with Reuben and Isaac last Saturday (about 2 miles, followed by a three-and-a-half hour sleep) I’ve been in the house (or garden) for nearly two months now.
I shall be compiling the next issue of Indoor Enthusiasts’ Monthly over the next few days. Subscription fees are now due so please send them in!
Here’s to a continuation of the progress I’ve seen over the last few weeks.