So I got out of Tembagapura hospital on Sunday afternoon
with the idea that being at home resting would shift whatever it is I have. I
had a drip on since Friday and antibiotics too but nothing was making any
difference. So home bound to rest on the sofa and take more pain killers.
Gobey went back to work on Monday but by lunch time I was
still no better. So back down to the doctor. Doctor had no idea what is going
on. He has said a few fancy words for something I might have but still unclear
so the next step is medivac to Jakarta and then to Singapore where there is a
brain doctor waiting for me. Flights are booked for going down the mountain on Wednesday.
Poor Gobey needs to pack for us both but I don’t think we will be off site
long. Well 3 days tops I think.
We are all packed ready for the early check in for the
chopper tomorrow. I am in bed as not feeling good and Gobey is on the phone to
mum and dad telling them we are flying out. Of course mum and dad are worried
about me so they are now booking flights to be in Singapore after we land. Don’t
think it’s that bad they need to come but they are not listening to me.
4am start and Gobey tells me I look like death. So we get to
the heliport and Gobey asks if we can sit upstairs so people don’t think I am a
dying duck. And the good news is that we are on the first chopper down.
I was so close to tears on the chopper. Not sure if it was
the noise or the movement but it was not nice at all. We get to the Rimba where
we need to wait out 4 hours before the next flight to Jakarta. And with nowhere
to lie down I am not feeling good. So Gobey takes me to base camp to check my
vitals before we head off to Jakarta. For the first time in 5 days my pulse is
really slow but we need to find out what’s wrong with me. So on the airfast
flight we go and off to Jakarta.
