Let me tell you about the time I went to Cork for a weekend and didn’t come home for six weeks. This is not one of those “I fell in love with the place and couldn’t tear myself away’ stories. It is a horror story of illness, a spell in hospital and another even longer spell in a convalescent home and a slow return to full health.
The story begins back in early June on a visit to the real capital, Cork. One day the muscles in my legs felt sore and achy. I took some pain killers and reasoned that I must have overdone the walking. Over the next day or two the achiness in my legs turned to weakness and soon it was difficult to walk any distance and climbing stairs was almost impossible. Time to seek medical advice.
Things escalated pretty rapidly; doctors, blood tests, hospital and consultants and more tests. I was also deteriorating rapidly as more muscle groups came under attack. You need muscles to do everything so even the basic tasks of daily living were becoming difficult or impossible to do for myself. It was the most frightening experience of my life.
The diagnosis: I had a 1 in 100,000 adverse reaction to the statin drug I was taking to lower my cholesterol. Because I had been taking this drug for a number of years without any side effects, the conclusion is that it combined with some, as yet unknown, virus to turn rogue and damage my muscles so catastrophically.
I stopped taking the statin. The effect was not as dramatic as the collapse. Muscle power can be taken away from you very quickly but not anywhere near as quickly restored. Physiotherapy, rest and time have healed me and I am nearly fully recovered at this stage.
I learned a lot from my ordeal. Everything is a gift; health, happiness, friends, caring professionals…everything. I am grateful to everyone who played a part in my recovery. Illness, especially serious illness brings out the best in everyone. I have rarely in my life felt so loved.
So, blog people, I have missed births, marriages and deaths, a fleadh and umpteen hooleys. I will return to blogging very soon, maybe not as frequently as before but, I promise, I’ll be back. It’s all part of my recovery.
The Millennium Arch 2016
I took the above photo of the remains of the original arch after it was damaged by a storm. You will notice that the arch rested on what appeared to this ignorant eye to be huge ballbearings. The newly restored arch does not have this feature. The arch rests squarely on the supporting pillars. It looks more solid to me so maybe it will withstand the weather better.