I will always remember Christmas 2012 as one where I spent my time shuttling in and out of the hospital. While fighting a very bad bout of cough, the husband discovered that he developed Shingles on Christmas Day!
Half suspecting it was what it was, we proceeded to head to a 24hour clinic to verify. We were rather annoyed at the doctor who saw us that day; a young chap who was kinda nervous and seemed unsure at what he was doing. He couldn’t make a definitive diagnosis and suggested that we head to the hospital to have a look instead. He was also concerned that since the rash/blisters were appearing on the husband’s face, it would need more medical attention. While we initially scoffed at the idea, it actually turned out to be a huge blessing that he sent us there.
The A&E doctor took a look and immediately ask the husband to consider checking into the hospital and start on aggressive antibiotic treatment through an IV drip. Since the shingles were appearing on his forehead, there was a fear that the infected nerves would affect the brain. His left eye was also getting red and was eventually infected and swollen as well.
We stayed at the Gleneagles hospital for total of 5 days. Apart from the semi annoying nurses who came in multiple times a day (actually they were really just doing their job), the whole experience was a really pleasant one and I would recommend going to Gleneagles anytime for good quality medical care. It cost a bomb though, the bill came up to $12,000!! , reinforcing the fact that medical insurance is so so important. Thankfully the husband settled his 2 years back and I just got nudged to settle mine just 2 months ago. Terrible I know…
The 5 days in hospital weren’t easy for me and I am pretty ashamed to admit that I wasn’t always the supportive spouse throughout the time. I remember feeling annoyed when the husband announced that he might have shingles on the first morning. I still feel guilty that the first thing I thought of then was that our long awaited holiday was at risk of being cancelled. But seeing all the needles and your usually strong husband walking around in a hospital gown really makes you feel sad and vulnerable.
Still, we found time to try to look on the bright side. The husband was finally getting the rest he needed albeit in a hospital and we got to spend lots of quality time together. Thankfully, I was clearing my year end leave and I could concentrate fully on doing things for him rather than be bogged down by work.
Our little one was absolutely gutted that he was separated from papa for days and days. He moped around all day that sweetie pie.