What to wish on your worst enemy!

Well, you have all heard the phrase "I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy" So what would you wish on them? I discovered the answer to this question during a school trip to Seville at the end of January this year.

I travelled with a young colleague Vee (she was in secondary school with my youngest daughter). We were to spend five days with our partner schools in Seville. We flew to Malaga and then took the train the rest of the way.

I had a nagging toothache and assumed I was in for a bout of sinusitis, triggered by the flight. It is something I suffer from regularly "It's the problem of having a long narrow nose" says my doctor. So I headed for the nearest pharmacy. Perhaps it was the language barrier, but I couldn't get my usual Nurofen + (It has codeine), it is what works best for me. All I could get was paracetemol and a saline nasal wash. Now I won't get into that but it isn't fun!

I didn't have time to be sick! I'm project co-ordinator, there were blue skies to be enjoyed and the fun of meeting up with friends made on previous trips. A real bonus in January.

The paracetemol was useless. It was like eating smarties. After a sleepless night, the school principal gave me ibuprofen. This was more like it I thought but  each dose only gave me about an hours relief at most. I will admit to taking more than the recommended dosage. What can I say? I'm like a baby when it comes to toothache. I rather go through childbirth anytime! I gave birth to a 5.5kg baby and it didn't knock a feather out of me.

 Travelling into the centre of Seville on the metro, I was desperately looking at the waste bins in the stations. Would I be able to jump off  in time and be sick into one of them if necessary? I could have gone back to the hotel but that would have meant missing out on the horse carriage ride around the city. I needn't have worried.. It's like being out with boy scouts. Their motto "Be prepared" Jane, the English principal spotted me looking green and asked was I ok. I shook my head. She calls out, anyone got a plastic bag for Mary? What can I say, we were on a school trip, with a group of teachers! One was produced in seconds. I managed not to "toss my cookies" I spared myself that indignity. Once I got out into the fresh air I felt much better and the palace and the carriage ride was worth the trip. Photos of that later!

The pain was getting worse instead of better and no matter how much pain relief I took it didn't build up in my system, Maybe it was an abscess. With a full programme, there was no time to see a dentist in Spain. I rang home on Friday and asked Hubbie to make a dental appointment for me on Monday after I got home. If I had a time, it would give me something to cling on to. This dreadful pain would end. But I was out of luck,  the dental surgery closed early on Friday. I would have to ring Monday morning.

In the meantime, one of the English teachers had had a kidney stone the previous week and she had some  strong painkillers leftover. She swore by them and insisted I take them. She slept through the night after taking them. I was becoming a real druggie. I got an hour and a half's sleep!

The next morning I had a hot shower and soon after I began to feel some relief. I was back to self diagnosing again. Sinusitis. An abscess wouldn't ease. To make a long story short, I got home on Sunday evening, weepy and exhausted but glad to see my own bed and  my Nurofen Plus. Monday morning I got up and went to school. I felt so washed out at the end of the day I decided to go to the doctor and see if he would give me a cert for a couple of days.

I told him I thought I had sinusitis again and described my symptoms. The worst was over now I thought  I was told to open up. He noticed some blisters on the roof of my mouth. Yes I told him, I had some mouth ulcers they had appeared the previous day. Not mouth ulcers I was told, intra oral shingles. Ha! drama queen strikes again. Everyone else gets "normal" shingles on their body. I get "atypical" shingles in my mouth. I think maybe God was trying to tell me to shut up!

Anyway, I spent the next two and a half months out of work. The shingles cleared but I was left with post herpetic neuralgia and the drugs to cure that were almost worse than the pain leaving me dizzy and feeling lightheaded. But at least I now had an official reason to be an airhead. Thankfully, all of this has now passed. I'm back to work and while I still tire more easily than I used I feel my energy returning.

So now I know what I would wish on my worst enemy, the shingles. It's not life threatening - so I don't haveto have major guilt issues -  but it will make them uncomfortable for quite a period of time! What would you wish on your worst enemy?

New Beginnings.

I've decided it's time to break my duck egg.  I haven't posted here for a long time. I haven't had writers block. It has crossed my mind on a few occasions to post, to share some of the sillier things that are going on in my life but I could not seem to summon either the energy or the interest.

Over the past six months I have spent far less time on the internet and a lot more time reading books. I have always read, I used to read at a fast and furious pace, if on holidays I read a book in a day and a half at most, but once I started blogging I read far less novels as most of my spare time was devoted to blog reading. I loved the peek into other peoples lives but at the same time missing the complete immersion into the lives of fictional characters that  good novel brings.

There were several reasons for me forsaking my blog, the main one being too much going on in my personal life that I would not blog about. 2012 has not been a good year for me and yet it has brought many treasurable moments with it.

One of the main factors for not returning to blogging was the time element. Not the time it took to write a post but the time involved in reading others posts. I felt  guilt  in not reading other blogs I followed. It seemed so wrong in not getting around to reading everyone else's post. The struggle for balance was difficult and ongoing. Like most other people these days I struggle to balance time, time for family, time for work and time for myself.

But as the urge to set down the stories - of raging toothache in Seville, a warning to others about crossing a crazy Irishwoman, what happens when you push a car downhill at night, achieving film star status in Turkey and bringing together friends old and new - gets stronger I have decided to return to blogging as I began.....for my own amusement.

I have decided to start writing again, to tell my stories, for me. I also hope to get back to my blog reading but  in moderation. First things first. It's time to hit the keyboard.