#Winning with a side of toxic shock

Business first: The winner of the Well, Naturally choctastic giveaway is Kit Fox - for likening the decision of having to name your favourite chocolate flavour with naming your favourite child (only harder).

Okay peeps so you may or may not have noticed my absence for all of a week.

To say I've been a little under the weather is like saying Britney went a little off the rails when she shaved her head.

So I thought I was coming down with a flu.  Shivers and shakes, fevers and chills - the usual.

Last Sunday I worked in the Social Media room for Telethon and was shaking, sweating and shivering like a detoxing junkie.  But at the same time, chatting to the amazing Telethon kids going through much worse than my flu like symptoms.

Toughen up princess.... 

I finished my shift and went home to bed.  Only, it got worse.  I couldn't breathe, couldn't see straight, couldn't speak.  Every time I tried to stand, I passed out.

So early Monday morning I told #1Hubby to send Miss7 to a friend's house before school and get me to hospital.

He suggested a GP clinic.

I said hospital.

He suggested a GP clinic.

I said hospital.

He suggested a GP clinic.

I passed out cold.  Again. 3rd or 4th time (he hadn't been aware of any of this).

Anyway, hospital it was, straight to Emergency and shit was inserted in all manner of places, and turns out I'd been housing some nasty mega viral infection that went all septic, leaving me in toxic shock, in ICU with an almost non-existent lower than low blood pressure reading, and erratic high heart rate.

The head of ICU later told me that they weren't sure I'd make it through the day.

Which explains their shock the next day when they came in and I was sitting up with all my wires and bits and pieces, cracking jokes and asking for a private consult with Dr Ross.

Things went up and down all week.  I was finally allowed home on the weekend, with strict instructions to do nothing and stay in bed (I'll try....ahem).  And even though it's been little more than a week from critically ill to now, I've been given the all-clear.  Such is the nature of a virus, apparently.  Once it's gone, it's gone.  I'll continue to feel like I've been hit by a bus for another couple of weeks, and have greatly reduced lung capacity for about the same period.

It is so freaking hard to try and yell-manage the kids when you can't even get up a decent breath without coughing and wheezing like an emphysemic 80 year old.

The main thing is, I will be back to fighting form soon.  Back to ranty shouting form.  So the neighbours better enjoy their few weeks respite, because the noise pollution will resume shortly.

The best part - I have a killer FFS!? Friday post coming up this week.

It involves a hot nurse and disposable hospital undies.