My bank holiday started by dreaming of a bank funnily enough. It was like the one in the Harry Potter film all fortified and filled up with greedy looking miser elf’s. I kind of went in and blew it up with lots of bombs. Then I woke up and realised I was coming down with a cold. Strange dreams are caused by fevers and that was one of them! Now I am on the mend and back to blogging on the tail end of this sunny or rainy (depending where you are) bank holiday weekend.
As I started to write this blog this morning I noticed the prompt word from somewhere on WordPress was ‘bubble’. Hence notice the overall theme is bubbles. Anyway, I wrote out 300 plus words then decided to delete it as it was purely cathartic. It was pure crap for a good reason. I wrote again another 400 words and when it came to publish the opportunity had closed. Mmh, well it is maybe not meant to be perhaps another time…
‘The Cellulitis Bubble’
The one thing I can publish today was the toxic bubble of cellulitis I endured over four precarious days.
I started to recover slowly but my lymphoedema leg became a celestial map of red hot drawf planets. I could have played a galactical spot-to-spot game.
To be honest I was out of it with the fever and then the medication gave me side effects I didn’t anticipate…
What is it?
Day 1 & 2 I thought I had caught a cold. This was my first time and hopefully the last. The chills are the worst!
From my own experience the first thing about having cellulitis is that I wasn’t fully aware I had it for the first twelve hours. Initially I went to bed feeling the chills last Thursday night. A series of strange dreams as mentioned before and then I woke up with a higher temperature and feeling nausea on Friday morning. It felt like flu, but it was different. The whole day of Friday was a wash out and I couldn’t do very much. Then when I saw my red hot spotty lymphoedema leg around 4.40pm I immediately called for a prescription. The chemist shut at 5pm and it was the weekend the next day! I wasn’t in a fit state to go anywhere. However, my partner retrieved my meds in time and I was so glad he did it! I knew if he didn’t it would require a sixty mile round trip to the local hospital and that wasn’t where I wanted to be on that day. The cellulitis symtoms of chills, nausea and high temperature are horrible. I just wished I knew earlier in the day but I felt no cellulitis pain that came the next day…
Day 3 & 4 Pain and then some more pain
On Saturday morning I stood up and it felt weird and uncomfortable. I had to use my walking stick to get about. My lymphoedema leg was very warm and it was more swollen than usual. It felt like my leg was filled up with warm to hot potatoes with needles sticking out when I stood up. It felt heavy, hot but as soon as I was horizontal all the pain went. On all four days I never put on any compression garments as advised by Lymphoedema literature I had to hand.
In this bubble of convalescent I pondered and chatted by text to a friend about the causes. I knew I skimp on mosturising a little and all my compression garments were clean. I was mystified why it occured. Then it was an eureka moment and I told my friend why it occured the way it did. I shall come back to this in another blog in the future for now it is not important to mention.
On Saturday night my sleep was very poor and I woke up my partner many times as I ran to the bathroom trying to vomit up but nothing ever came. It was the antibiotics they can play havoc with your stomach lining.
On Sunday morning I felt like my stomach had been in a boxing ring. My partner looked like he hadn’t slept (he hadn’t) and he slowly went off to work not noticing he had put on a dirty jumper. A slow-mo of a morning. The only thing I did notice that morning was that I was wearing the same colour as to what I was eating. A splash of yellow and a healthy bowl full of bananas, honey and natural yogurt. I may have look like a ray of sunshine but I felt like I had been sucked into a black hole and spat out again.
In conclusion my friend said I have now officially made it into the cellulitis club! Oh, sweet Jesus.