Hi everyone, I thought I would share a short-ish personal post on my own health journey so far in this new year. It’s been a tumultuous year so far for my family and I, especially now that winter has set in and flu season has come calling. For those who are wondering why it’s been a challenging seven months, click below to find out more…
Well, to begin with, the whole family caught Covid in early June and one by one we went into isolation. And that wasn’t the most difficult challenge for us. The challenge began earlier on in the year when dad had to be rushed in for an emergency surgery due to an inflammation of his gallbladder and needed it removed. He gave us all quite a bit of a fright back then. As I write this post in mid-July, he’s still worrying us while recovering from his last (hopefully!) surgery for the year where his dedicated team of surgeons helps him get through the nasty infection he caught post-surgery. Suffice to say, he’s in good spirits and in stable condition. My sister even popped down to be with us during these few days to help out and spend time with dad. We all recovered from our Covid by the end of June and everyone is back at work and school, if you were wondering.
If you thought our concerns ended with that you would be quite wrong in your thinking. Around the same time my rheumatoid arthritis flared up with the covid infection and I acquired an unexpected injury in my dominant hand. I know, it couldn’t have happened at a more significant time. If you’re wondering how I’ve managed to get this post written up, the answer is with my left hand and voice typing!! Mind you, a few of my fingers on my right do work but I need rest in between. Thankfully the latest specialist appointment has resulted in diagnosing me with a ruptured tendon on my right thumb which I will possibly need some type of procedure done eventually. My initial thoughts were those of shock and denial. Despite the lessons from my mental health practitioner, I felt even more anxious and anger flared towards everything and everyone around me. I promised myself I would make this a positive sort of post but I’ve recently found that being vulnerable, feeling sad and angry, and just letting out all of my frustrations helps to pave the path to recovery. Life has a way of throwing all sorts of odd challenges and obstacles in our path doesn’t it. I’m sure there are people out there who are facing much worse than we are right now. I think of them and I’m grateful that I live where I do with the support that I have. I also think of my father, who at the age of 78 is still going strong and doesn’t let much stop him, and resolve to overcome whatever the specialists decide for me. As I type this up my mind is formulating plans to follow through on my own recovery once dad has returned from his final surgery.
I’m grateful for having such an understanding team in my workplace who have supported me and continue to have my back. Without these amazing people I know I would be miles behind in my recovery. I don’t think I need to say much about the support my family gives me as they always have and I believe that when my time comes to go under the knife or such, that they’ll give me as much love and time as they did for my father.
I started this post towards the end of June and began writing it bit by bit. As the weeks passed I’ve been typing it slowly, editing out parts, and putting my thoughts into words. Now that dad’s on the right path to recovery in hospital this week and getting stronger with my sister and brother, I can heave a huge sigh of relief and send it out to the universe. Here’s hoping the month of August will hold some promise for my injury and overall well-being. Until then friends, I hope you all have an amazing summer holiday up there in the northern half and keep warm down in the south!!
Stay safe and keep reading
Miss Mahee
P.S. I must add that I had to edit quite a bit of this over the last weeks to reflect the emotions and anxiety I was under. For a few days with my dad, when we received the news of his infection, we had it a bit tough but got through it together.
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