05 Sep 2011

Well well, what a crap week.

Last Tuesday night I was all geared up to jump on the new bike for it’s inaugural ride off to go play Badminton in Niddrie, when on the way there I got a strange burning sensation in my gut-area. By the time I got there, it was bad enough that I couldn’t play, so I limped home.

My 1am that night, I was in the ER of the Royal Melbourne.

Diagnosis? Acute Cholecystitis.

Essentially, I have Gallstones. Really had no idea what that was, or what or where a Gallbladder is, so goodonya, Wikipedia, for helping me out there.

I can’t say I recommend this. 12 hours in the ER, in the most intense pain I’ve ever experienced (you know when you see in the movies people whimpering and curled up in the foetal position on the floor and wondered to yourself “Wow, how much pain is that?” That was me.) was not exactly what I’d planned for the week before my holidays. Things were exacerbated by doctors and their general lack of communication ability - and also the fact that in 5 days I’ve seen 5 separate doctors - in that on Friday whilst dropping Junior off to Childcare it was becoming obvious that I probably shouldn’t have been discharged.

You see, the issue is, when you have experienced 8/10 pain, having a bloated tummy and a bit of a ‘weird’ sensation and the odd twinge in your gut barely registers, and when you only get that sensation when you’re standing up, but you’re lying down in hospital coming down after three whacks of Morphine, you feel more bored than anything else and definitely ready to go home. So, after my 12 hours in the ER, I was keen to get out of there, and though feeling no worse than I would after a hard ride or my regular Badminton session, I thought I was fine. What I wasn’t told - and what my star of a local GP told me on Friday (Dr. Skehan, you’re a legend) - is that I should’ve essentially felt ‘back to normal’. I didn’t. I felt…….fat. Like I’d been punched in the gut. Not in anything that I would register as ‘abnormal pain’, but not normal, either.

So Friday night, I was back in hospital. Insert sad face here.

Problem is with hospitals, is that they’re full of sick people. The food still sucks, you have to pay for TV which is transmitted on actual CRT TVs (remember those!?!), and the beds are made from some unique form of concrete sponge. There’s no public wi-fi either, so unless you’re so sick you can’t recognise the outside world, hospital is boring and oppressive. I was actually in more pain from the bed and my lack of caffeine than I was for the raging infection in my gallbladder.

Without my first eBook (Game of Thrones), Zombie Gunship, and a Sleepy Smurf figurine to keep me amused, I’d be typing this from the Psyche ward!

Anyway, I wasn’t going to turn this into an essay, so I’ll stop now and direct my attention to bikes.

So, if you have a pending order or if you’ve ordered some H+Son rims, there’s a 95% chance nothing is going to happen there during September.

The rims are due for delivery sometime in the next 48hrs, so my chances of getting them in the mail before I leave for the US on Thursday are slim. If any customers are desperate for them, you can call me to arrange pick-up on Wednesday evening, but obviously if you can avoid doing that I’d appreciate it.

If you have a current or pending order, I’ll attempt to communicate as per normal (apparently they have the Intarweb in the US), but apologies in advance if it’s not as prompt as usual. I’m actually going to focus on the holiday part of my holiday and try and get better rather than do my usual trick of doing the opposite.

So, for everyone else, Thylacine Cycles will be CLOSED from Sept 7th through to Sept 30th. Please also note that I do have to go see the Doc again when I get back to reassess my ailments, so October might be a little bit patchy as well.

Posted by warwick @ 12:53 am

One Response to “Timing is Everything.”

1. MikeD Says:
   October 30th, 2011 at 4:41 pm

   Shit, man, hope you’re feeling better by now.

   Greetings from darkest India.

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