I’m not well. Everything has collided and now I have sorer-than-usual skin. The pain is hard to describe – it’s throbbing and tiring, and wears at my emotional armour. I’ll be ok soon – I always am. This month has definitely shown that stressful situations (and even excitement) can play havoc with the body’s balance.
Yesterday I took myself to the hospital to get some antibiotics, a doctors certificate and just to have a chat to a professional, really. While I don’t feel sad, I do feel overwhelmed by a lot of things, worried even, and I just needed to know that what I feel is valid and may be contributing to this period of soreness. I have today off work and plan on resting up over the weekend. Now, in addition to the prescription, I can work on resting my mind a little. I will try (right after
that deadline I enjoy a cup of green tea and a quality magazine).
I am forever grateful to Australia’s public hospital system. We are so lucky to get free taxpayer funded clinics, treatment and hospitalisation. While I don’t much like the wait time, I acknowledge the wait time is necessary, and at the end of the wait time, I’m going to see a knowledgable, caring and friendly doctor or nurse who understands what I need to get and stay well.
I went to the dermatology clinic as a walk in patient, rather than having an appointment booked months in advance, and was seen to within half an hour. That beats sitting in emergency waiting for a dermatologist for five hours. (A skin infection never seems to be regarded as a true emergency…) After the dermatology clinic I was referred to the immunology clinic, where shit just got serious.
The immunology clinic appointment was a follow up to the trip to emergency last week. We talked about what happened when I ate seafood – that this was my first reaction after eating it my whole life. The dermatologists have always been concerned about food allergies and I’ve been lucky to go for so long with only having allergies to latex, pollen and codeine. So this potential allergy didn’t really come as a surprise. I was prescribed an EpiPen, practiced how to use the trainer EpiPen, and given some forms for a blood test to test for seafood allergies. We also talked about possibly boosting my immune system with a blood product called Intragram (like Instagram, but not an app and there’s no pretty filters. Actually it’s not like Instagram at all. It’s a transfusion in the arm.), and vaccines for chickenpox and herpes. Next time I visit the hospital I’ll have that blood test and then see the immunologist again to discuss the allergy situation. Until then, I’ll just avoid eating seafood. What’s a foodie to do?! I’ll be envious of all those seafood dinners on Instagram…
Two happier things:
Darren Hayes replied to my tweet!
Darren uses social media to do great things – speaking up about human rights injustices, especially around homophobia and discriminatory behaviour. I love that he uses his celebrity for positive influence. And I love that he won’t remain silent despite receiving criticism. And nor will I. (Also, did you see he called me beautiful?! Did you see?!)
My Dad was in town for the Liverpool v Melbourne Victory match this week. I was SO excited that he could see the game – he hasn’t seen his team play for 36 years.
That’s him in Cape Town in 1977.
He was able to meet his friends from the UK – who he met at Liverpool matches back in the UK – while in Melbourne – he hadn’t seen them for all those years either.
I saw this on the news and got a bit teary at the thought that Dad was in that crowd, singing You’ll Never Walk Alone. Australia’s his home now and it is wonderful he could experience that fandom again here.
I grew up with a very passionate Liverpool fan father. He still is – up at all hours watching the match, checking the LFC news on the Internet. When I was little, well before the Internet, and before we had SBS TV in our regional city even, he’d tune into the BBC sports show on the shortwave radio to keep up with the scores. There was a time he came to Melbourne with me for a hospital appointment and we had to change hotels because the one we’d booked into wasn’t showing the Liverpool match!
I haven’t ever watched a full game, but the chants are all so familiar to me. I knew all the words of You’ll Never Walk Alone from a very early age, like it was a nursery rhyme.
Mum sent me that photo the other day – Dad’s fandom was passed down to me – not in a sporty way but definitely through my passion for singer-songwriters.
There’s something special about being a fan. It’s the anticipation of their arrival. It’s the passion of seeing your team or band or actor do what they do best. It’s the camaraderie, the chanting, the cheering. It’s that look you get from other fans – the feeling of sharing the same excitement. It’s that intimate moment when your idol looks at you in the eye or sings you that song. It’s knowing that your passion has a place in your heart for life. It’s the most alive you’ll ever feel.
That’s it from me today. I’m resting. Probably sleeping as this post goes live.
Do you love fandom as much as I do?
Are your parents passionate fans and has their fandom been passed down to you?
Did you go to the football?
Has your favourite celebrity tweeted you?
Have you got an EpiPen? Does it hurt?
Are you following me on Facebook?