So this week just gone has been a difficult one.
Physically and emotionally.
So the week starts with me getting a blister between my toes. Typically nothing would come of this, the blister would heal up and I wouldn’t think anything more of it. But this time something did come from it.
I got home from work on Monday evening and asked Emileen to look at it for me. It looked red and was hot to the touch so she sent me off to the minor injuries unit. I was sure it was fine but she was insistent. I’ve learnt not to argue with her too hard, she always wins in the end anyway.
I sit down in the waiting room next to a man who has blood dripping from his hand. I think again ‘do I really need to be here, it can’t be that bad’. I’ve been sitting there for no more than 2 minutes and then I hear it.
The first message from Nayely, my baby girl is letting me know she is watching over me.
Freya Ridings Lost without You is playing on the radio. If you don’t know this was one of the songs we chose for Nayelys funeral.
I message Emileen straight away to tell her that Nayelys song is on in the waiting room. Her response was ‘at least one of the girls is with you’.
I sat there choking back tears as I thought ‘I wish she wasn’t with me, I wish she was still tucked up all nice and warm, growing well in her mummy’s tummy’
After an hour or so a nurse comes out. I get taken into a side room, all the normal observations are done. Temperature is a little up but nothing too bad. The nurse lances my blister and shows me the contents. It’s not nice. A horrible greenish colour. She dresses the wound and then sends me off home with a large dose of antibiotics and tells me to come back if I’m concerned.
The concern I’m feeling is nothing compared to the concern and anxiety Emileen is feeling. She told me off for not taking it more seriously.
Then it’s off to bed, alarm is set for a 02:00 wake up to take more tablets.
Tuesday and it’s back to work again. Foot is absolute agony all day. I check in with Emileen when I have to take my antibiotics in an attempt to reduce her anxiety levels. I get the first aider to check my foot because it’s really hot to touch. He doesn’t seem concerned because there is no tracking.
After work Emileen has another at my foot. She looks alot more concerned than she did the night before. Emileen made me phone 111 to get some advice. Their advice was pure and simple – go back to MIU.
So I find myself there again. Same waiting room, same receptionist booking me in, Freya Ridings on the radio again as I sat down. Nayely knew I was going to be there so she was letting me know she was watching over me.
This time the waiting room is empty. I can’t hold the tears in this time. The song finishes and I compose myself just as I am called into the side room. Different nurse, same advice. Keep your foot up, rest as much as possible, keep taking the antibiotics.
I go back home and Emileen tells me I’m not going to work tomorrow. I argue briefly, fully aware of the ultimate outcome.
Wednesday morning and I phone into work. They don’t sound happy about it but there is nothing I can do. I need to rest, my health is more important to my family than my work is.
There is more to this story but that’s enough for now.
Nayely Adelpha Foundation 