Updated: Oct 12, 2020
I'm sitting here in Room 3 of Ward B31 at Forth Valley Royal Hospital. Yesterday I had the last half of my thyroid removed. Similar to the previous time, my blood calcium level has dropped, but this time below the 1.9 mmol/l limit, to 1.87 mmol/l. This means that I need a calcium infusion.
I've been dotting along with quite the thing, as you'll have seen from my previous blog posts. I have been making significant progress, which will make it seem odd that something so trivial such as a 24-hour calcium infusion has brought the bus to a halt.
All the little worries have added up, and up, to create a structurally unsound Jenga tower. The tiny amount of calcium that has just been dropped on the tower has forced it to fall. Leading to tears for the first time in a while.
This is the straw that's finally after so long broke the camels back.
Hospitals are horrible places. Nothing happens quickly; there like solitary confinement. You can have all the visitors in the world, but you're so alone. I feel stuck in a goldfish bowl.
Anyway, I will pick the Jenga tower up, and we will rebuild it. The show will go on.