It's been a while since my last post. The Jan radio was part 1 of a 2 part session. I am now doing part 2.
I had f^%$g immigration things to do and it was one bad luck after another. First the required doco was vague, I missed the first deadline, I didn't provide form 1229 on the second deadline and I didn't check my email for a week and within that was another deadline. I was spewing. As such my kids visa application as refused. (AUD2400)
My second chance was through a tribunal. Sent the form within the time limit but it was incorrectly filled. Had to resend and needed seperate forms ($1400 each). The day before the deadline I disappeared and I woke up 3 days later. Apparently I had a seizure and was in an induced coma for 3 days 2 nights. What is the f^%$g chance of that happening the night before the tribunal form was due. I was being screwed by immigration, bleeding me financially dry and luck was just not on my side. God, you there?
The Cancer Council has a one off $500 relief to pay bills which I have half taken but on the other hand is an ambulance bill for $779. I just can't get ahead.
Maybe I should just stop the medication and treatment, its a painless death. I won't even notice it. When I had the seizure I had no idea of anything, I didn't feel pain, there was no indication of an onset of seizure, there was no dreams, no feeling of passage of time, there was nothing. I was in my room and in a blink of an eye I was in a bed in ICU with a hospital staff next to me and that damn breathing tube again down my throat. He said I had a seizure. I could see the clock on the wall, it was 12. I ask if it was day or night. It was noon. The next important question, what day. Friday. S$%t, I lost 3 days and missed the deadline, again.
The hospital staff then removed my breathing tube, the 3 headed neck IV (but replaced it with a hand one) and said I was going to the ward. The urine tube was staying though. I hate that as well. I wasn't wearing daipers, I wonder... The nurse did say I was bathed.
My wife was freaked out when she found me. Who wouldn't. She went to bed early and I know it was night the last thing I remember. She found me in the morning convulsing on the floor. I was placed in an induced coma so they can drug me and heal whatever was currently wrong. I had a sore tongue, cut bridge of nose, slight ache on my right eyebrow, slight ache on lip, head pain, double vision, slight lose of balance, feeling of weakness and I just want to sleep.
I must have fallen onto the drawers. There was blood there from where I cut my nose.
When I was discharged I saw the oncologist and he was aware of the news. I said I was coughing. He said it was normal when you have breathing tube for 3 days. Can I have a puffer? No. But you can have painkillers. Good enough. I must have bit my tongue. "Nothing I can do there, matter of time" he says. My head hurts and I have double vision."We better get an MRI ASAP." Ok. Did you take the dilantin (phenytoin)? Ehm...err... no. Why! I never had a seizure and I never thought it would last 3 days! Well now you learn you lesson. "Will I get another seizure?" "Don't know." "How long do I need to take the dilantin?" "At least 6 months." "What about the dexa?" "Stay on it for now."
