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Sick (and medieval churches)
Sep. 27th, 2017 08:28 amMonday I was on an excursion all day with our students on our English speaking course on Viking and Medieval Scandinavia. We had a great time, the weather was lovely and it's always nice to look at medieval churches (and an Iron Age grave field). This time we also got to climb the towers in Skara cathedral .
However, already when we were at Varnhem Abbey church, which was once the church of a cistercian monastery but now is the parish church, I started having enough pain to demand a tramadol. After it started working I could manage, which was good, but I missed some of the guiding because I had to sit down and rest in the café.
Ruins of the refectory:
The Abbey church
I was alright through a late lunch in Skara, and through the guiding of the cathedral, and I was happy that we got to climb the towers, though it was a little scary looking down from so far above.
I started to have more and more pain on the way home and when the bus dropped me off close to where I live it was all I could do to walk home. I started crying in the elevator and I was in so much pain that I had a hard time talking, and especially listening to, Maja, who needed to make dinner.
I took two trammies and had a hot bath and then I lay down on my acupuncture mat on a mattress in the living room, instructing Maja how to make couscous ;)
And it got so much worse, the pain was horrible, like when you have the flu, and I was shivering from cold despite one duvet and two wool blankets, and after three hours my pain had gotten so bad that I had to puke.
Rickard was working until 22.15 and all I wanted was for him to come home, no pain meds worked and I was afraid that I would have to go to the hospital.
Yesterday I was a little better during the day, though my head hurt quite a lot and I was as weak as a kitten. The night was, however, absolutely horrible: I kept waking from pain and I spent the hours between 02 and 04 not being able to fall asleep at all due to pain. I also had quite a lot of pain in my stomach, which in a bad way reminded me of autumn 2013 when I got a hole in my duodenum and nearly died.
So today I called the GPs office and I will see a doctor at 13, hopefully I'll get some heavy duty pain killers (oxycontin) and we may also check the stomach.
However, already when we were at Varnhem Abbey church, which was once the church of a cistercian monastery but now is the parish church, I started having enough pain to demand a tramadol. After it started working I could manage, which was good, but I missed some of the guiding because I had to sit down and rest in the café.
Ruins of the refectory:
The Abbey church
I was alright through a late lunch in Skara, and through the guiding of the cathedral, and I was happy that we got to climb the towers, though it was a little scary looking down from so far above.
I started to have more and more pain on the way home and when the bus dropped me off close to where I live it was all I could do to walk home. I started crying in the elevator and I was in so much pain that I had a hard time talking, and especially listening to, Maja, who needed to make dinner.
I took two trammies and had a hot bath and then I lay down on my acupuncture mat on a mattress in the living room, instructing Maja how to make couscous ;)
And it got so much worse, the pain was horrible, like when you have the flu, and I was shivering from cold despite one duvet and two wool blankets, and after three hours my pain had gotten so bad that I had to puke.
Rickard was working until 22.15 and all I wanted was for him to come home, no pain meds worked and I was afraid that I would have to go to the hospital.
Yesterday I was a little better during the day, though my head hurt quite a lot and I was as weak as a kitten. The night was, however, absolutely horrible: I kept waking from pain and I spent the hours between 02 and 04 not being able to fall asleep at all due to pain. I also had quite a lot of pain in my stomach, which in a bad way reminded me of autumn 2013 when I got a hole in my duodenum and nearly died.
So today I called the GPs office and I will see a doctor at 13, hopefully I'll get some heavy duty pain killers (oxycontin) and we may also check the stomach.