This time last week, I wasn’t expecting a week of food poisoning and international war.
After the last couple of years of avoiding Covid, I was hoping that 2022 might finally be a much more positive year; a year of rebuilding. But we now have a world leader intent on starting World War III.
But we’ll get to that… this week, it appears that I tried to start a fight with my immune system.
I’m not sure when I first came across the LEGO pain scale, or where I got it from (although the graphic suggests it is from The Brick Testament), but I have often found this to be a very useful way to indicate to medical staff the severity of a particular pain.
On 6 June 2018, I made the decision to leave my two roles—web architect within the digital communications team and warden of Agnes Blackadder Hall within student services—at the University of St Andrews and strike out on a new adventure.
My plan, such as it was, was to take a few months out to focus on my health before plunging back into gainful employment. The previous two years had been rather brutal on my health
Those plans came to a shuddering halt two weeks later while my (now late) mother was visiting. As I got up off the sofa I felt an excruciating pain across my lower back and I dropped to the floor in agony. I couldn’t stand up; I crawled upstairs to bed. I knew that something terrible had happened. A few days later my physio confirmed that I had herniated a disc in my spine. L5.
What a beautiful morning to have my second AstraZeneca COVID-19 vaccination.
I had quite a dramatic response to the first dose (sore arm, fever, flu-like symptons, exhaustion). I’m hoping that my reaction to the second dose will be much less, although my arm is starting to hurt a little already.
One year ago today, I walked into work and burst into tears. I didn’t even make it to my desk. I felt the anxiety rising as I approached my office building. By the time I reached the top of the stairs I was shaking and hyper-ventilating. I walked past my office, sat in my boss’s office and wept.