Like sporty people say, every now and then, life throws you a curved ball. Forrest Gump said, “life is like a box of chocolates”. Like I say, “shit happens”. Little did I know that 2016 was going to be eventful, and not in a good way. It all started in early March.
After an attack of ‘food poisoning’, and a couple of days failing to recover, I dragged myself to the doctor. She said that I should take some paracetamol and get some rest. 24 hours later, I was in hospital with a CRP of 345. CRP is an indication of inflammation due to infection. A CRP of 20–80 is bad, 200 is serious. I don’t do things by halves.
One of our precious cats decides to embark on an unexplained sympathetic illness. We are both in hospital at the same time, though hers is a lot smaller and more expensive. Both of us pull through, shaken but not stirred, with big boxes of pills.
As we languished in medical care, my mum developed a mysterious illness, which got progressively worse over the next few weeks, and she ends up in hospital a month after I am discharged. Life has become a series of car journeys, hospital visits and an education in medical jargon. My mum’s health stabilises, but no one knows for sure what the future holds.
Photographic trips become a rarity in 2016. Uninspiring scenes seem to be everywhere. I guess there is only so much space in one’s head, and Photography gets relegated to the box room in my brain. With health issues seemingly everywhere, life becomes more about survival, and spare time becomes a much more straightforward brief escape
None of this is helping me expand my photographic portfolio.
Still, it makes you realise that family, health and time are the most important things you have. Things couldn’t get any worse, could they.
Well, I suppose my dad breaking his hip might complicate things.
At least I don’t have hundreds of great photos to process from this period. This lot is the best from the whole of Spring. Next stop, Summer…