12: A Reason To Wake

Alternating Shifts, Ancient Tales, Midnight Revelations
and An Unexpected Therapist.

If you’ve read my post “The Enemy Within“, then you may remember how that part of this story ended. If not, as it has been a while, let me give you a quick reminder.
I had been sent to Glasgow for surgery to try to repair something which had been implanted the previous year and which had since become faulty. Unfortunately, prior to this replacement surgery, routine blood tests showed that I had some kind of infection. This meant that the procedure couldn’t take place and I was sent home.

Within a day, it was discovered that I had been infected with “subacute bacterial endocarditis”, a nasty bug which likes to latch onto the heart and generally mess it up a bit.
I was immediately directed towards my local hospital to initiate a course of antibiotics, something I was under the impression would take just a few days. However, this particular bacteria could be a stubborn old cookie and I was told I would need to stay in hospital for six weeks.

And that’s where we left off…

Bugging Me

I was a sixteen year old, only half a year out of his latest major open heart surgery and looking forward to getting rid of this infection in order take full advantage of the repairs and tweaks done to my heart. So six weeks in hospital was not just a slap in the face, it was a gut punch which totally winded me.
This couldn’t be right?
They couldn’t seriously be telling me that I would need to stay hooked up to an intravenous drip for a month and a half just to get rid of some bug, could they?

Say it quickly and “a month and a half” doesn’t sound so bad does it?
However try, for just a moment, to imagine how long it feels with six weeks of being stuck in a hospital bed ahead of you. Not fun.

Why so long?
Why would I need to stay in hospital for so long when it was just an infection?
I understood it was a particularly nasty one but this seemed so cruel.

However it didn’t matter how unfair I felt this whole situation was. It was made quite clear to my parents and me that, if not treated correctly, this type of infection was incredibly dangerous for someone with a pre-existing heart condition like mine.
While not exactly cheering me up it halted my complaining dead in its tracks (for a short while at least), as I contemplated the fact that there was a blob of bacteria sitting next to my heart trying its best to kill me.
Now I know it wasn’t trying to kill me on purpose, such a group of cells doesn’t have the capacity for thoughts as complex as premeditated murder but still, I wasn’t exactly a fan of the little… fellow.

Room To Spare

I would like to say that, as a very well mannered sixteen year old who fully understood the importance of following the advice of medical professionals, I quickly set aside my grievances about a long stay in a hospital bed.
If I did write that here then one or the other of, or even both at the same time, my parents would erupt with laughter or go into a state of shock as the repressed memories of my, let’s say slightly antagonistic attitude towards the whole situation, come flooding back.

Thoroughly enjoying myself.

I was pretty miserable. And not only in the regular teenage boy being a teenage boy kind of a way (although that was probably in there too) but also in the, “I’ve already had to miss so much and now I’m stuck in this tiny hospital room while missing out on all the fun things my friends are doing with their perfectly functioning bodies and it’s really unfair”, kind of a way.
Which must have made it that much more difficult for my parents, as they were also dealing with all of this and couldn’t even put my abrasive attitude down to my (only) being a moody teenager.

There was a small unit near the paediatric ward where parents could stay if their youngster required an extended hospital internment.
Six weeks more than qualified for at least one parent to be close at hand the whole time.
I had been concerned that, because I was now sixteen, they wouldn’t allow mum or dad to stay (a situation which would have gone extremely well with my parents…) but I was assured that their support was just as important at my age so they were given one of the available beds.

Some nights, my mum would stay over and get the bus home while my dad drove in, then he would stay overnight and drive home while my mum got the bus back to the hospital. They made sure I didn’t have to go through one single moment of this whole ordeal alone.

The Importance of Good Grammer

Con of being in a children’s ward: Screaming babies all night.
Pro of being in a children’s ward: Free television.

In the adult wards there was a charge for using more than the basic channels but where I was staying I could get everything, TV and movies for free.
One morning my mum came through from her room a little earlier than usual and told me to turn on the TV.

In the parents unit, on mornings after her stay over, mum had started watching some old shows, notably, one about a successful but unlucky psychiatrist living in Seattle.

I had never heard of “Frasier” before and when my mum told me to turn on the television and the opening credits began (I will never completely get “tossed salads and scrambled eggs” out of my head), I rolled my eyes at what was surely going to be a twenty minute snooze fest that I would need to pretend to enjoy because mum was so excited for me to watch it.

The instant Frasier began to speak my ears pricked up, I knew the voice from somewhere. I must have seen him in something else at some point but it was his voice rather than the face that was so familiar… and evil.

Now it had my attention, the show would not give it up easily. I laughed most of the way through the first episode and when I wasn’t laughing, I was cringing behind a pillow at just how painful some of the ridiculous scenarios were.
The ex-cop dad who had absolutely no time for his sons high brow shenanigans quickly seated himself as my favourite character.

I have no idea what I’m actually watching in this picture but by pure statistics it is probably “Frasier”.
Or “Jeremy Kyle”…

It would have been easy to fall into a terrible habit of staying asleep in my hospital bed for hours on end every morning, only raising my head when I needed my drip changed.
Instead, I had something to wake up for.
Eight o’clock, every morning, the “Frasier” double bill would keep me in a routine that probably helped in allowing me to continue feeling human during those weeks.

The night after watching that first episode I was lying in bed, just on the cusp of sleep when sudden realisation hit me. I sat bolt upright and called my mum (I was allowed to use my phone) who at this point was back home probably trying her best to sleep.
She answered almost immediately, the panic clear in her voice as she asked me what was wrong.

“He was Sideshow Bob mum…” I shouted enthusiastically down the phone, “from The Simpsons.”

She hung up on me.

High Brow Entertainment

These last two weeks haven’t been too full of high octane excitement to share with you all I’m afraid. I did start watching a couple of new shows however, one of them I’m very late to the party on but it is “Attack on Titan”.

Now, I never had anything against the anime genre but I was fairly certain that it wasn’t for me. An assumption I based on absolutely no evidence whatsoever, and considering that “Spirited Away” was one of my favourite childhood films and still holds a special place in my heart today, it was probably an unwise one to make.

I have been tiptoeing around AoT (yeah, I’m enough of a fan to abbreviate it now) for a while now but last week took the plunge and my oh my, what a show I was missing out on. As much as I am enjoying the intense and visceral (sometimes comically so), imagery, the further I am getting into the series the more I realise that beneath all these clashing swords and physics defying acrobatics, there is a sharp and interesting story being told.
I have only one episode left of the first series to watch (please, no spoilers) and it’s safe to say that this show has got its hooks in me. So much so that I went and bought the game for my Xbox. Which is, unsurprisingly, incredible fun to play.

The other show, one that I’m sure many are trying to get their heads around along with me, is “WandaVision”. All I can really say is, very weird, episode four was fantastic (that opening scene gave me chills), I have no idea what’s going on and I love it.

I also bought “The Arabian Nights”, a collection of stories from “One Thousand and One Nights” translated by Sir Richard Burton, which is written in forced old English.
When I say forced, what I mean is it seems like the whole thing was supposed to be a little tongue in cheek. If lines such as “he marvelled with exceeding marvel” or “How durst thou address me in words so wide from wisdom and un-far from foolishness” aren’t meant to be comical, then I am guilty of a lot of inappropriate laughter.

Keeping It Coming

I am thinking that every second week is a good routine to which to stick when uploading these longer blog posts, although I guess it wouldn’t be too difficult to put up at least one a week and I see many bloggers uploading something of this length several times in the period it take me to do one.

However, I can’t rely on being in the right mind to sit down and go through the process of working on one of these every day.
So, I will continue to work on these and also in the weeks in between I may occasionally drop a different post, either one of my “Have you ever?” posts or maybe something new. (Ooh, what could he mean by that?)

Wherever you are reading this from, be it Nepal, The USA, Finland, The UK, China or any of the many other counties that I have been amazed to see my posts being read in, I want to say thank you for taking the time to read my blog and I truly hope that whatever the situation is like there, you are doing well, staying safe and most importantly, being excellent to each other.

The Wisdom

  • Keep people close.
    Of course there are people out there whose situations make it impossible to have family/friends around all the time but if you are going through a difficult experience and there is an opportunity to have someone sit with you through it, grab it with both hands. I know that if I had been forced to go through those weeks in hospital without my parents there, it would have been a much darker time.
  • Never turn your nose up at something just because you might not like it.
    “Frasier” and “Attack on Titan”, while being wildly different shows, both initially drew a completely uninterested reaction from me. Whether because one was an old show my parents watched, or the other was from a genre I was sure I wouldn’t enjoy.
    This is something I have come across time and time again. Thinking that, because I know a little about something, or have heard about it from others, I can make an informed decision as to its possible personal interest has caused me to be a latecomer to many great shows/games/foods/activities and I’m sure there are plenty that I’m missing out on entirely.
  • Attack on Titan” is not a kids show.
    I understand that for many people, an animated show from Japan brings to mind something like “Pokémon”, which is a perfectly acceptable show for young children to watch.
    “Attack on Titan” is NOT “Pokémon”.
    If you see your child/younger sibling/niece or nephew clicking on this while browsing Netflix because it looks like a fun cartoon then please, please, stop them. Or else you’ll be forking out for a lot of therapy.
  • “Frasier” is played by Kelsey Grammer.
    Just in case you didn’t get the joke in my spelling earlier in this post.

Obligatory Blog Quote

“I will not have you turning a minor, albeit annoying situation into a Martin Scorsese film!”

Dr Frasier Crane (Kelsey Grammer)

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2 thoughts on “12: A Reason To Wake

  1. I’ve never watched Frasier, but I have seen a few episodes of Attack On Titan. I can’t say I enjoyed it too much. I wish they had made it less violent. It’s definitely not something I’d recommend as pastime to anyone who is in the hospital.

    I hope you’re feeling better and that your health and the quality of your life are improving. I’m looking forward to reading more articles whenever you feel “in the right mind” to write them. One every other week seems to be an acceptable frequency rate for now.

    God bless you!

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    1. I do have to agree the violence is quite severe but I think the fact it is so cartoonish and over the top, rather that hyper realistic, is how I can get past it. The story is definitely what I have stuck it out for, so intriguing.

      Frasier is a very different, far less intense show. I would thoroughly recommend if you enjoy light comedies without too much drama.

      I am feeling much better these days, I have been doing my best to improve and maintain my health in the ways that I can.

      Thank you for your comment and reassurance that every two weeks is a good way to go for now. I’m also very grateful that you’ve kept your interest in the blog even with the scarcity of posts these last few months. I hope they continue to hold your interest.

      Many thanks again and God bless.

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