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Jenny Eaton

My Camping Expedition ...

One I don't wish to repeat!

Posted on: 07/03/2013   By: Jenny Eaton


It's been a tough few weeks. As if nearly dying wasn't enough of an ordeal; I've been subjected to camping out for several weeks. Now those that know me well will tell you I have a flair for the dramatic. I can get carried away with embellishment and exaggeration if it serves my purpose - but this time I am telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth ...

bringing everything back from mum's house took a lot more than a few suitcases

bringing everything back from mum's house took a lot more than a few suitcases

When the Doctor told me I needed to go straight into hospital, I took a little detour home to pack a few essential items. When I was then admitted to the High Dependency Unit for round the clock one on one nursing, they took my overnight case off me and having sorted through it told me I wouldn't need everything and that my family should take it home.

So for days I was stuck in my bed, linked up to monitors and IV's, with a central line allowing them to dump fluids and medication quickly, with nothing that was mine (well, with the exception of my mobile phone, but I do consider it to be my fifth limb so I'm not really sure that counts!)

It took two days before the get well cards came in along with a picture of my son, which were thankfully put up on the white board at the end of my bed so I could see them. It was four days before I was able to wash with my own toiletries and at least five days before I had my own clothes and pyjama's to wear.

Every time I found I needed something I had to call/text Mum, so she could first locate it and then arrange with that day's visitors to bring it in to me. So it was usually 12 hours after I wanted it before I got it anyway!

Then after 8 nights in hospital I was discharged to Mum's house for the remainder of the week. That meant living out of a suitcase and sharing a room with my son. Over the course of the fortnight quite a lot of my stuff (and my 5 year old's stuff) had gathered at Mum's. Packing up was interesting as I only had my overnight case, I don't know what the neighbours thought as we trudged to and from the car with carrier bag after carrier bag!!

Once I got home things improved, obviously I was no longer living out of a suitcase, but for a fortnight I still had difficulty finding the things that I needed. You see my loving family and friends had been in and done a few jobs to help me out. But this meant that they put the dishes away, and not always where I expected to find them. And in searching for my library books so I didn't have to pay a fine my bookcase got rearranged (I have lost my beautiful piles of books still to be read, books that need returning and books that I am only half way through!!)

I was reminded this weekend by a very good friend of mine that these are just little niggles that will pass, but 6 weeks ago I very nearly died. I had to reassure her that I am grateful to be alive. But what I missed most when camped out at the hospital and at my Mum's house, was the familiarity of having my belongings, my things where I could get them just when I wanted them.


Anyway I am alive, back at work part time and I think spring is just around the corner, things are looking up!!

Until next time ...

JENNY EATON



More about Jenny Eaton ...

I love playing with words and I have dreamed of being a writer since I was a child. With a romantic idea of scribbling away in a cold attic room with my trusty fountain pen. I have always dabbled, but until now it’s not come to much.

When I started with The Office Genie it was to provide me with a part time income to support my writing. Over time though I have developed into the Marketing Genie on a full time basis. I love it, I get to play with words all day as I try to share the dream and the passion that Jacqui has turned into The Office Genie. My work involves blogging, letter writing, email writing, web copy writing, e-book writing, campaign planning, strategy planning, social media interactions – it’s like I write and talk all day every day, my parent would say it’s the ideal job for me!

My first blog posts were about my day to day life as a Genie but they are growing into sharing my view of the business world. I am passionate about helping small businesses be the best that they can be, standing out from their competition in the small things that come together to give an impression of great service – to find out how we can help you should call me on the number below.

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