Yay! All booked, kit sorted hire car arranged, ready to head up to Shrewsbury on August 20th for the annual musical extravaganza. Just one small problem, which involves being placed in the acute medical unit of the local hospital with incipient heart failure and severe pneumonia.
Not a content lagomorph, as Mr Sedgewick's people observe,
I am so, so tired of being so ill.
Comments
I won't say
get well soon, rather, get better soon.
Sorry you are missing the festival but we'd rather you look after yourself.
Madeline Anafrid Bell
Oh Steph .
Anyone who has read your work knows how much Shrewsbury Festival is a part of your year. I had (incorrectly) assumed that "Routes" was paused as you took a few days in the Ogwen Valley, before heading to Shrewsbury.
I am so so disappointed for you, but the important thing, as Maddy said, is to get well soon. Shrewsbury will still happen next year, and I for one am hoping that you get your tickets for that one.
Illness is a bitch, as my better half usually remarks every time I have a hypo, but better than the alternative. Hang in there, miduck. Bug hugs, if they don't hurt with the pneumonia.
Lucy xx
"Lately it occurs to me..
what a long strange trip its been."
Sympathy
I know it doesn't help much but I hope your health improves very quickly. Have you had the pneumonia jab? I got mine about three years ago and a pacemaker is keeping my heart beating normally, so I know exactly where you're at. There's always next year for Shrewsbury.
Yay...
I'm absolutely delighted to see that you have just posted another chapter of Routes, mostly because I hope that means that you are on the road to recovery. ( It also helps that I was missing Routes so much, and had just finished rereading "Extra Time" which, whilst beautifully written, always sends me on a "downer". Poor Von...)
As for Shrewsbury, well, there is always next year. I was kicking myself for missing Judie, Martha, Skipinish and Dougie MacLean, but, there will be other days
Best Wishes Steph.
Lucy xx
"Lately it occurs to me..
what a long strange trip its been."
Today
I went into Brighton today, to pick up a mandolin that I had left there for service when I thought I would be sleeping in a tent, and it nearly killed me.
The pneumonia aspect of my affliction has been brutal, resulting in a positional asphyxia. Basically, if I lay in the wrong position, the ocean of fluid in my lungs would simply shut off breathing. When I saw my GP on Weds morning, she had already arranged oxygen and an ambulance for me, so it was "YAY! I CAN BREATHE!".
I was released at the weekend, and in all fairness I don't think I was fully up to it, but the place was heaving with beds in corridors, so I can't begrudge them that. I see my own doc on Friday, once I have worked through a course of heavy duty antibiotics. I am also on some other tablets with a powerful diuretic action, as well as back on the warfarin. Ye rattle bag...
I am without sleep, a lot of the time, and the back of my left hand and crook of right elbow are black from IV stuff, a bit like that hand the HOSG keeps trying to hide. I shall keep on writing, of course, and I have a number of games to play with dear Nigel., but all too soon the Rhodes family will be jetting off back to Perth.
I have another multi-hander underway for a side issue in this one, but not for now. I think you're getting quite a lot from me right now, LOL. I will be paying attention to the Shrewsbury ticket sales for next year, but what I could do with for humping around a camping chair and so on is a bit like that Yosemite Sam catch phrase: "YAH! YAH MULE!"