I nearly died last week from blood poisoning. An alarming announcement – but there could have been worse.
I drafted a gloating obituary last night of the infection that nearly carried me off. Having just looked at it, however, I see no good purpose in sharing this with the world. I am not yet entirely free of infection. I have no idea how long the pain will continue, nor if there will be any long term effects. Also, my essay says nothing original or interesting. Septicaemia hurts and can kill. I would regard my sudden death as a calamity. NHS doctors can be very helpful when presented with a calm middle class patient who appears not to be wasting their time – though I might have remembered in time that I had Bupa health insurance. My women were most supportive. So too my friends. Antibiotic pumps can be a nuisance.
And that’s it. I’m unlikely to die now – not, that is, from what I had and still just about have. But even I accept that I shall need to rest for a while, and that is what I propose to do for the next few days.
Best wishes to all.
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