What began as laughter so soon would turn to pain~ Dream Theater
I’m not that kind of person who likes to talk about his medical condition. You may have all noticed the medical bracelet on my right wrist or the countless times I have been sick while traveling or the large amount of medication in my bag.
The important thing is I am a living and breathing traveling human being and this nearly all came to an abrupt end last week.
The past 2 weeks in Melbourne have been someone of the worst. It was great to get back to Sydney on the 18th of August 2016 even if the visit to town was only 24 hours. But as soon as I got back on the train to Melbourne Southern Cross I knew I wanted to be back in Sydney instead of living in Melbourne
Job Service Provider Douchebags
With my lack of work in Melbourne I was worried that my wanker Job Service Provider would make me WORK FOR THE DOLE. I just don’t understand that I should have to do a “WORK FOR THE DOLE” activity when I just spent 80 days outside of Australia.
The anger of having to work as a Kitchenhand, the furious of losing 23 hours of work a week, the pain of having to snap at someone on the job and walk out, the way I BARK at Job Service Australia for being dipshits have all lead this to my health scare
Sunday 4th September 2016.
I came down with the cold and flu. I was coughing and spitting out mucus as well as blowing my nose all the time. I started to get aches in my joints. A walk to the shops to grab food was a Marathon to me.
Monday 5th September 2016.
I spent all day in bed resting. Bed rest was like the only thing that would help me get rid of this cold and flu. By days end I was having diarrhea as well.
Tuesday 6th September 2016.
I put enough willpower to go out and visit Doctor Dedu. She is a really fucking hopeless Doctor from Sri Lanka. As a matter of fact the whole medical centre is a time bomb that’s waiting to blow up and have all the Health Authorities go after this place.
This dipshit Doctor couldn’t give me the right dosage of my Cortate medication. I always get 3 bottles of Cortate a repeat. This stupid cow couldn’t read that my Sydney Doctor’s gives me 3 bottles a repeat.
Now at this appointment Dr.DeDu has given me 2 antibiotics to stop diarrhea and vomiting. MY FLU IS MY MAIN SOURCE OF PROBLEMS. When Doctors find you have a Flu they should treat that first before your diarrhea and vomiting.
There are countless over the counter medicines to buy that stop diarrhea and vomiting as well as the Gastro Bug. But I have both THE FLU & THE GASTRO
Throughout Tuesday 6th of September 2016. I keep throwing up, every time I take some water or liquid beverage. When I threw up I didn’t notice that I was expelling my medications, but I did realize that my tongue was full of thrush and I had no appetite.
I did try to eat a piece of bread, but I too chucked that up. After taking my Anti-Vomiting Anti-Diarrhea medications something stupid started happening as soon as I closed my eyes.
I would see visual around me. I could see the bed mattress above me be full of colour, I could see some disgusting things when I closed my eyes. I was hallucinating and I haven’t done that since I had a Vomiting Bug back in 2009.
Wednesday 7th September 2016.
I knew this day was going to be my last if I didn't act sooner. I didn’t want to wait around for my heart to stop and then to die. It had been 20 years since I was last in hospital for the same reasons.
I travelled down to Melbourne Royal North Shore hospital. I got myself seen ASAP as my case was an emergency. Since my body hasn’t had its proper dosage of Cortate, I needed to have a Hydrocortisone injection to keep me alive.
As I laid on the operating table I had a nurse come into insert an IV drip fluid. I was severely dehydrated and I required 2 bags of IV fluids over the space of about 8 hours. The important thing was when the Doctor gave me a Hydrocortisone Injection. I started to feel much better.
I had a fun time talking to all the different Doctors and Nurses that walked in and out during my time on the table. It was fun to tell them how much I hate all the Eastern European Immigrants in UK that are taking my job.
The dryness of my mouth was gone, my penis was going to become alive again, I was going to be able to eat and drink without vomiting soon.
I was transferred to the ward and given my own private wash room to use. This was because I had an Infectious disease. I had to give a sample of my stool to check for diarrhea or any dangerous bacteria living in my bowel.
My bowel movements went back to normal and I was able to eat a low fat dinner. I couldn’t eat the minced beef crap, but I ate all the vegetables.
Doctors and Nurses would come check up on me every 30 minute to check my pulse, to see how my IV fluids are and my general wellbeing.
Thursday 8th September 2016
I had a low fat breakfast the next morning. I was service Weet-Bix for my cereal. I have always hated Weet-Bix since I was a child. So I just ate the Wheat Block with the help of some hot tea and it was easy done it.
I was discharged from hospital around 12pm. I wanted to spend another night in hospital so I could watch the funny people on Goggle Box. But I had to go back home and rest. I went to the shops to buy some Hydralyte. It’s the rehydration fluid you need to rehydrate yourself after being sick.
Friday 9th of September 2016
I had to deal with that moron at Job Service Australia. I was feeling sick and I just didn’t want to be in her office. All I wanted to do was return to Sydney and find another room to rent and not have to deal with these wankers.
There was no point in me doing any work in Melbourne, there was no point looking for a job or even doing a trial for a new job. I just want to go back to Sydney and work for the same business I worked for that treated me so much nicer.
There is a silver lining in this tale. Not only did I dodge the Grim Reaper to live another day, but I now know what is right to put in my mouth. So later down the track I don’t get another HEALTH PROBLEM.
I am going to spend the next week just resting, not doing any labour work whatsoever until I am healthy again.