Living Without HepC

When I woke up yesterday morning, I remembered with some disbelief my behaviour during an incident on Saturday evening. We had taken Phil, our youngest son to the airport. He had been due to go on his first long-haul holiday (to Bali) with a mate on Friday evening. But, on the day, he had a high temperature and cough, etc so he managed to defer his flight till Saturday evening. He still didn’t look well but he was determined to go – so we decided we would take him to the airport ourselves.

As we were leaving the car-park, travelling down the spiral ramp between floors, solid congestion of traffic meant we were bumper to tail as we travelled down. On one floor, waiting to join the flow was a car with an impatient driver who decided to nudge forward between me and the car in front. As I had the right of way and ‘didn’t feel like’ letting someone in I nosed forward myself in my queue. With this, the other driver decided to pull completely forward and cut me up (on the single lane down ramp in a car park!). For someone with brain-fog, fatigue and slowed reactions, I couldn’t believe my quick response and the speed with which one hand instantly hit the car horn and the other raised a middle finger to the other middle aged couple sitting inside their Audi, three feet away from me. They stared at me in disgruntled disbelief as I then continued forward in the queue.

I couldn’t believe this incident of riba-rage – not letting other drivers into traffic, horns, middle finger! Most unlike me generally. As I was mulling this over in my early morning waking routine, Carol came in to ask some simple question about the day – and this ended in me indulging in further riba-rage. I don’t know hat we (or rather I) was arguing about or what I said but I can remember being amazed at the volume and ferocity of my words. Yes it was me but not characteristically me.

Upset that I had upset Carol, not having a clue what the argument was about, and still feeling enough of the stuff inside me to not want any more argument I refused to discuss it – and spent the morning in bed reading the Sunday papers. I felt ‘off’ everything – blogging (didn’t turn the computer on all day), treatment, friends, family. I later managed to pull myself together to go to yoga. But once we were there, I quickly realised I was ‘off’ yoga too – and left the class after 20 minutes. I went and had a Starbucks while Carol finished the class. I suppose having the coffee was the only thing I enjoyed doing all day! Not a good day.

This morning I am feeling completely different (I think!) and will be leaving shortly to go The Hepatitis C Trust for the web chat this afternoon! I am looking forward to that – and will no doubt write about it later! See The Hepatitis C Trust website for more details!