Strength, peace and much love to all South Africans as we celebrate Freedom Day. #27April
There’s nothing like a hospital staycation to jolt you back into action. This past week I found myself in hospital for longer than I had envisaged and might I add without warning.
Long story short, last Saturday I started feeling under the weather and thankfully I was under the watchful eye of my mother. By Sunday morning things got progressively worse and it was off to the ER.
After mountains of paperwork and admission complete, the drama began. By drama I mean the drips, poking and prodding…
The doctor and nurses tried to speak in hushed tones but my super sharp ear picked up most things and I asked questions. Then those dreaded words “Miss Kast we need to admit you to run further tests”.
Time stood still for those few seconds; and it was the nurse’s pat on my shoulder that jogged me back to reality.
Fast forward to the ward.
The drip was attached, my vitals were monitored, blood samples taken, specialists streamed in and out, x-rays ordered, then a CT scan and the final straw was a MRI… I felt like a guinea pig.
By the way, who says you can rest when you are in hospital?! The day starts at 4.30am and there’s a constant flow of activity it’s impossible to nap (unless of course you are sedated).
I made friends with the two other ladies in the ward, the nurses (on both shifts) as well as the catering and cleaning staff. Listening to their stories highlighted one thing – we are a people of hope and love. We all have a story to tell and we all need each other in one way or another.
As for me, I am thankful that my health is on the mend and I am going to make it my mission to stay out of hospital. Operation “my health, my choice” is in full swing.
Thank you for taking the time to read.
Stay fabulous and favoured xx