Just kidding. But yeah, people have been asking how Cam is doing. I guess some of you missed the update, so in an attempt to cut some queries to my email short as to how Cam’s doing, here it is again:
I thought as it is nearly the end of January I’d give you an update on how I am feeling and what has happened since December 26.
After we returned from our Boxing Day lunch with the outlaws, a day where I spent most of it lying on a couch taking Panadol for a stonking headache, I went into my office to prepare posts for the blog for the next day.
At about 9 pm I came out to grab a drink and SB called to me and asked what had happened. I said “nothing, why?”She told me to look in the mirror and set about furiously googling stuff.
My face, on the right-hand side, had slumped, and I couldn’t move it. I couldn’t raise my eyebrows, smile, grin, or even grimace. Half of my face was paralysed and it became more apparent when I couldn’t drink out of a glass because it spilt out of my half paralysed mouth.
SB thought I might be having a stroke, to me, it looked like Bells Palsy, Mum had it many years ago. I still had a bad headache, but after the standard stroke tests, I decided to sleep on it and see how I was in the morning, given if it was Bells palsy then there was nothing I could do anyway.
On 27 December, I awoke in even more pain, and the paralysis was worse. Off to the doctor.
The doctor was baffled with the pain AND Bells Palsy, it didn’t make sense. The pain was also increasing. So he referred me to the hospital.
So, at 10.30 I arrived at emergency at North Shore Hospital and was seen almost immediately…then sent to a waiting area where I began a long day of waiting for tests, waiting for doctors and waiting for specialists…and a CT Scan.
There were plenty of other people in the waiting room and despite my incredible pain I attempted to lighten the day for most of us. Apart from a couple of grumpy bastards, most people were in the same spirit…there wasn’t much we could do and we joked whenever anyone got called to be seen by one specialist or another…then it became a sort of sweepstake to see who could get discharged first. Read more »