Friday, 1 July 2011

The heart is a very resilient muscle

I realise I haven't blogged for f*ck knows how long... what's new??

Sorry, everyone.

But I'm still here!! And not intending on going away! Just bear with these hiatuses...

As the Summer hols are up and coming, perhaps I'll be able to manage more frequent hopes.

There are a few fairly valid reasons for my absence, though.

1. I did my usual stint of Summer exam marking, which is always time-consuming (but good for the coffers).

2. A few weeks ago, I went into hospital with a heart condition. It started off with a virus, swollen glands and then chest pains which wouldn't go away and which I'd never experienced before. After a few days, I thought "f*ck this" and took myself off to my local A&E. I was told I may have had a mini heart attack! After having an inordinate number of needles shoved into my arm, blood pressure taken etc, they shipped me off to another hospital with a good cardio dept, and kept me in for a few days whilst they conducted more tests transpired I had a condition called Myocarditis, which is an inflammation of the heart muscle that had stopped my ticker from working as efficiently as it should have been and consequently lead to the pain I'd been experiencing. Not blocked arteries or cholestrol, I'm pleased to add, as they shoved a stem into one of my arteries and then sent this dye up there so they could take a look and everything proved okay...thankfully. I've never been a massively unhealthy person, so that kind of figured.

Anyway after a few days of antibiotics and being checked up on I was discharged and sent home, but ordered to rest before going back to work. (I've got to say I take back all my previous gripes about the NHS. Apart from the school dinner-like food, which was, admittedly, cr*p, the attention and care I received was great. It's also a massive cliche, but you really do start reflecting on your own mortality when you're somewhere like that. For a couple of days I stayed in a ward with a lot of men who were much older and physically weaker than me, some awaiting triple by-passes and other more serious dear old guy in the bed across from me looked at death's door, but was so nice and kind to me even though we'd barely met/spoken: "Hello Simon, it's so nice to see a friendly face; so nice". I wanted to cry. I'm very, very lucky.)

3. Erm, that's it.

But I'm alive! Hoorah! And will be back!!

(And I can't be a*sed to write about the latest series of Dr Who. I just felt so disappointed with the whole thing! Doh!)

OC xxx


  1. A few valid reasons for your absence? I'll say - and then some! So glad to hear you're OK and the condition wasn't disasterous - it was certainly serious if they whipped you into hospital for a few days.

  2. Thanks Steve, appreciate it. Yes I know, bit of a shock and a reminder of how precious life is!

    Hopefully I'll be back with some "lighter" subject matter soon.

  3. Very sorry to hear about your unexpected hospitalisation, Simon, and hope you are well on the road to recovery.

    As for 'Doctor Who', may I recommend you carry on watching some of your favourite Tom Baker/Peter Davison stories to remind yourself why you got hooked on the series in the first place, the fun of which might also serve to take your mind off your recent health scare.

  4. Thank you for that Tim. Yep I am feeling much better now thanks. I may well take up your advice re: watching Old Who!!

  5. Simon, so glad that you're ok! What a worry for you and Gustavo. I know what you mean about the Dr Who, I really have been feeling let down by it lately and we have just had the episode where River Song reveals who she is...and I didn't like that story, I HATE the way each episode starts with Amy going on and on and I'm not sure I have warmed to Matt Smith either. Grumpy aren't I! xx