I am counting down, ticking off the days and nights until I head on that break that I crave.  In 12 days, and after 12 sleeps I should be heading to the airport with my faithful little travel bag, passport, guide book and tickets.

In some ways I cannot wait.  In other ways, I am glad of this countdown.  It gives me time to prepare and savour the anticipation of my break, ensuring that it stretches out for longer than the days themselves.

But there is another reason that I am glad of this countdown.  Last year, over around seven months,  I was plagued by a run of nasty abscesses.  The last one was in December and was dealt with in the emergency room in our clinic in a procedure that used sharp stuff.

I thought we had been able to banish these unwelcome visitors and for the past six months have been glad not to have had any re-visitations.  Until this week.  Unfortunately an abdominal abscess has formed and today I had to unwilling cart it off to the clinic, gritting my teeth and bracing for more nasty sharp stuff.

I am not sure if it is a good thing or not, but the offending infection is too deep to be able to deal with it in a straightforward procedure, so I have had cultures taken (using sharp stuff) and came out clutching a very painful stomach and a prescription with three elements to it.  Those three parts show just how well looked after and understood I am:

  1. Antibiotic to blast the nasties
  2. Review and follow up, including monitoring of my PT/INR levels (the clottability levels affected by Warfarin, which can be reduced by antibiotics)
  3. Bonnes vacances!

How sweet is that?  My Doc actually took the trouble to prescribe me Happy Holidays!


So I am glad of these days of countdown.  I know I will be well monitored and there is time to make sure I am fit and ready for the break in store.

Or else!