I’m Alive!


Hehe… the title of this post reminds me when Aaron Green (Jonah Hill) was stabbed in the heart with an adrenalin needle in “Get Him To The Greek”…

But what actually encouraged me to start writing again was the first few words spoken in the newish BBC Series – Sherlock (not sure if it’s going to be good or not yet, but the ads seemed ok).

In the first 5 minutes it has the modernised version of Watson seeing a psychiatrist to help him deal with his post-military trauma and trying to help him adjust to civilian life again. She says to him “Writing a blog about everything that happens to you will honestly help you” to which he replies “Nothing ever happens to me”.

Over the last twelve months I haven’t been blogging (or tweeting or facebooking…. or doing much in the social media sphere)… but it’s certainly not because nothing has happened to me. It has been quite the opposite.

This time last year I was in a long-term relationship with a son, a house and a cute little dog. Things may have seemed quite good and to be honest, they were. Although, like most products made these days – it was not meant to last – despite everyone’s best efforts. Well to be honest, perhaps not my best efforts, but hopefully not my worst either.

After eight years of ups and downs (like all relationships), we decided that it was time to move-on and split-up. The initial split didn’t happen quite as gracefully as the last sentence would imply, but despite a few heated words and some foolish actions (once again, on my part), the break-up was quite amicable. I still spend time with Caleb most weeks and Kristy and I are still friends.

I moved out, but had troubles finding a place to live for a few months and spent that time living between friends places and work.

Finally I found a place – moved-in and all was peachy… for about 3 months. Then the landlord decided to put-up the rent. Even though the increase wasn’t that much – I just couldn’t afford it.

Fortunately, a friend had just purchased an investment property nearby and offered to rent it to me while they fixed it up. The place needed some work and I didn’t have a functional kitchen for a couple of months, but the rent is affordable and they’ve been including me in the renovation process, so it’s actually been quite interesting.

Within a couple of months of moving into the new place, I had a reasonably major car accident. Fortunately no one was injured (other than my car) and unlike my admissions of fault earlier in the post – I can quite adamantly state that this accident was certainly not my fault.

It took the assessors a couple of weeks to determine whether or not to write my car off – during which time my insurance wouldn’t give me a hire car because if they decided to write-off my car, I wouldn’t have qualified for one. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) they decided not to write it off… but during the time my car was in the shop (and the build-up to that decision)…

I started walking a lot more and taking public transport.

This didn’t work-out too well for me (the walking part, not the public transport). I figured I was just drastically unhealthy due to the fact I haven’t done exercise for years and spend all my waking hours in front of a computer… and when I’m not working or dicking around on the internet I’m usually drinking or sleeping.

But my inability to walk the slightest distance without feeling faint started to cause some concern. I brushed this off as nothing serious until it reached the point where I couldn’t stay-up until sun-rise drinking alcoholic slushies, wine, scotch and various flavours of shots at my mate (and business parter)’s wedding. This was when I knew there was something wrong.

So I went to the doctor, who did the usual examination and suggested I get a blood test. A few hours later he called me back saying the blood results were in and I needed to get to a hospital ASAP.

Turns-out I somehow had two litres less blood than I should and as a result I was critically anemic.

I spent the following couple of weeks in hospital getting blood transfusions, blood tests, iron infusions, x-rayed, ultrasounded, poked, prodded and uncomfortably tested in ways I’d rather not discuss. Even after an endoscopy and colonoscopy they still couldn’t definitively establish exactly how I had lost the blood.

Their best educated guess was that I had a stomach ulcer that had ruptured and slowly released blood into my stomach in such small quantities it was either passed without me noticing or possibly even dissolved by my stomach acids. Due to the small quantities of blood loss, my body didn’t realise it was missing, so it didn’t replace it.

This most likely went on for 6 (or more) months and over that time my body had slowly been adjusting to the limited supply of blood – until I started trying to do the most minimal of physical activity causing my body to give-up.

While they couldn’t gain a definitive answer as to where my blood went – they did find a bunch of other stuff wrong with me – including that I have a hernia placing a large part of my stomach somewhere in my chest. Fortunately this is quite common and hasn’t affected my day-to-day life (although I am booked-in for surgery at some stage in the next 12 months so they can put my stomach back to where it should be).

Since getting out of hospital a few months ago – I’ve been feeling better than ever. I’ve lost about 5Kg, I’m doing more exercise and feel a lot fitter and healthier than I have in years.

Amongst all this, work has had its ups and downs (unfortunately more downs than ups lately) and although there are still a few challenges ahead, things seem to be heading in the right direction… and Queensland has been hit with two of the worst natural disasters in over three decades.

So if you had of said to me this time last year that over the next twelve months you’ll come out of an 8+ year relationship, live out of a backpack for a couple of months, move house twice, nearly total your car, discover a very serious (and without attention, potentially life threatening) health condition, hire staff, fire staff, have your city resemble Atlantis and neighboring cities being blown away… I would never have believed you.

Makes me wonder what will happen over the next 12 months :)


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