It's been a funny sort of week this week.
Monday night I ended up with a bit of a sore back. 'Bit of a sore back' is
sort of an understatement for the excruciating pain that started on my lower
left hand side around 9pm and steadily got worse and worse until I caved in at
midnight and allowed Mr Click to run me to the hospital. Two years ago I ended
up in a similar situation which resulted in two nights in hospital (not
something I was in any great hurry to repeat) so I resisted it for as long as I
It was probably my kidney. Possibly a kidney stone. Funtimes.
Two hours later, one very nice injection and two cocodamol later and I was
finally able to go to bed and sleep for the remaining three hours of the
I fully intended to go to work the following morning. I'd slept surprisingly
well (definitely a case of quality over quantity) but then felt like I was going
to pass out when I was getting dressed. Realising that this wasn't the best way
to feel when you need to go to work, I called in sick. And promptly threw up
about ten minutes later.
Mr Click tucked me up in bed with Disney's Robin Hood playing, which I mostly
slept through. Wakening up a little bit later I could feel the pain in my back
starting again, so suggested to Mr Click that perhaps a bath might help. He
dutifully ran one for me, which was nice for a while, until I had to throw up
I'm a big baby about throwing up so this then meant lots of tears and crying.
After which I felt surprisingly good.
A brief telephone consultation with the doctor established that the cocodamol
was probably the source of the sickness. Normally I'll take one every two hours
instead of the prescribed two ever four hours. If I pace myself with them I get
nausea; apparently if I don't, I puke. Lovely.
Since then I've been feeling a lot better, with just the occasional twinge of
complaint from my left kidney. Hopefully it's over whatever it was that upset
I'm also slightly annoyed that I've ruined my good streak of no sickness from
work. Still, three days in four years isn't bad (especially as for two of those
days I was in hospital).
Normally when I have a day off work (holiday, not being poorly), I use the
time doing fun things; like reading, or blogging, or knitting. By the evening I
was feeling well enough to tackle my current Wise Man (who I have decided is
Caspar). This may have been a mistake because he's slightly overstuffed and
seems to have a bit of spine curvature. Hopefully it won't be so obvious now I've finished his gown and sewn it on.
I'm planning on spending the day chilling, knitting a little more and
catching up online. I'm so behind on all the blogs that I read that an easy day
spent reading blog posts and playing with yarn sounds perfect to me.