You go see the doctor, Dad.
Those were the words of my 3 year old son, Cody. He had asked me if I was ok, as he often does, and I had replied that I had a sore tummy.
Monday, 5th October:
Public holiday. Woke up at 12am with what I thought was a nasty stitch in my side. You know, the kind you get when you go out running. Quite a bit of discomfort but just tried to ignore it. No relief by 5pm so off to the Doctor’s surgery I go with a stern but loving send off from Rachel and Cody. Went to Brookvale medical centre and for the first time in 10 years got a doctor who seemed genuinely interested in treating me. Turns out he is taking an online songwriting course at Berkley University and is a bit of a music/audio nut. We got along great. Doc says I may have Deep Vein Thrombosis due to recent air travel, but since I mentioned I have also been getting a little blood in my bowel movements he refers me to emergency and another specialist.
6pm: I am admitted to Manly hospital, scans are ordered and by 11pm it is determined I have a blood clot on my lungs. I am given blood thinning medication immediately and ordered to stay overnight.