Well today was the first day at my new job
. It's a bit early to tell
but I think I may like it here. For one thing we dress in casual except when we are actually meeting clients
- no more suit and tie
every morning for me.
Of course my first day was meant to be yesterday, but I took a sick day
instead. Not a great start for a new job
I know but since I spent the previous nightand most of that day in the Alfred Hospital
I think its excusable.
I woke up the previous morning in Sydney
with a pain just below my ribs. I thought it must be indigestion
from something I ate
the night before, but it slowly got worse as the day progressed. I flew back to Melbourne
that night by which time I also had referred pain
in my left shoulder. I thought that eating something might help, so I went out to get some dinner and on the way I started having difficulty breathing. I left my dinner on the living room
floor and drove myself to emergency.
At the hospital they seemed stumped and over the course of several hours performed every test imaginable on me including blood test
s, urine test
and sticking a finger up my bum
. All in all it was quite scary and at one point I realised that if it turned out to be something serious
then I didn't have anyone who I would want to call. It was a very lonely moment.
They also stuck a drip
in my arm for 14 hours or so which was one of the most unpleasant
things I have ever experienced. Eventually they injected some sort of muscle relaxant
down the dirty great plastic tube stuck in my arm
and this eased things up enough for me to get to sleep for a while. I woke up
again when the pain returned, higher up and to the left this time and literally writhed
with it until I passed out. When I woke up again it was gone and eventually they discharged me
One of the doctors presented a theory that perhaps I had damaged my diaphragm muscle
either in a coughing fit or by sleeping in a strange position on the plane, but another thought it might have been gastric
. Who Knows?
I still felt a bit weak for most of today but things seem to getting better.
When I checked my email I found that a friend of mine who I have not seen for a long time ( he lives with her
and I don't want to see her
) had invited me to dinner with an old friend of ours who had come to visit. I decided to turn up but they didn't. I waited for 15 mins
and then left again - Strangely I'm not really pissed off
. Somehow I don't seem to really care.