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MEETING AN OLDIE IS NOT SO PAINFUL. LINGER AND GIVE IT A GO
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Everything seems fine, then things begin to spiral ...
It's nine days since I posted to 70 Plus, but I must say I have a pretty good excuse for the unusual pause in communication.
On Monday I began preparing for a story about family history and went to bed happy and feeling well.
At 1.15 am a sharp pain in my chest dragged me back from my dreams.
It wasn't the worst pain I'd ever experienced, and there wasn't any agonising shooting up the arms you hear about with a heart attack, so I waited to see what would happen.
It was pretty scarey given that I was alone in the house and the pain continued to plague me for two hours. I began to think that heart disease was a real possibility.
By 3am I knew it was time to get help, so I rang the ambulance, not wanting to disturb the sleep of my loved ones.
Two great officers came in no time: reassuring and efficient.
There I was flat on my back, wonderful female ambo administering pills and linking me up to machines, with her male partner driving. It seemed two minutes and I was in Emergency at the local hospital.
Cut a long story short - no damage to heart and a lung x-ray showed nothing untoward.
I spent 31 hours tethered to machines with hospital staff and specialist consultant hovering. They'd counted out all of the life-threatening possibilities, so now I must follow up with my GP in the next few days to find out what was really going on.
Apart from the dubious hospital food and the lack of sleep because of the hovering, it was a reassuring experience.
However, it's a shame that in our society attention to mental health problems aren't as de regeur as with cardiac illness ...
One day we'll get rid of the stigma towards psychiatric illnesses in the same way that we have with heart disease and cancer. The sooner the better, I say.
These diseases are after all manifestations of physical malfunction, without exception.
Does anyone have a view on the way mental health is regarded in their country of origin? Let me know in a comment ...
Watch out for the family history post in the next few days.
And please support our friend Sylvia in her valiant attempts to get her blog going again after it crashed this week.
Currumbin Waters, Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia
I'm past my 70th birthday and undaunted.
So far I can look back on probably a dozen different phases in my life, all producing deeply felt experience:
- A barefoot carefree childhood in an Australian seaside town
- Work as a young journalist in the days of hot metal and male chauvinism
- Dipping my toe into real life in Sydney the big city
- Marriage and precious motherhood
- A second career in corporate public relations management
- Another marriage and disillusion
- Battles for financial justice in the law courts
- Re-jigging a career
- At 60 my first university degree (Creative Writing and Australian History majors)
- Fighting sometimes lost causes
- Sneaky aches and pains of the approach of age
- Living on a pension.
All fodder for writing and a valuable background for the development of what could become one day an incisive point of view.
My blogs may become a way of answering the question: 'What's next?'