It began normally but ended up with me screaming in agony and being admitted to hospital.
Turns out, I have a large gall stone (1.9cm in diameter no less) that got stuck and hence the screaming and pain-killing injections that followed.
In the not too distant future, I'll need an operation, but last weekend I had to stay in hospital overnight until Monday afternoon (yesterday).
Naturally, like most hospital patients, I didn't get much sleep because of all the noise all night with buzzers going off, staff shouting and sounds of snoring coming from everywhere.
And by Monday morning I was bored.
So I had a lot of time to think.
And do you know what I thought about the whole time?
Writing.
I sat around (and laid around) making plans for my writing.
I couldn't seem to stop.
I laid in bed staring out the window and thought about writing.
I sat in the chair next to my bed and thought about writing.
I also sat outside on the back verandah to drink my black coffee (clear fluids only for 24 hours so I was really hungry the whole time - and I lost 1kg) and thought about writing.
And this taught me 2 things.
Firstly, I'm completely obsessed with writing. I don't think I realised it until now.
Secondly, as a writer, there's no such thing as not working.
I often think about writing and make plans of what I'll write next but I didn't realise how much I do it.
And now I know that even when I have absolutely nothing to do, I'm still working. Still thinking. Still planning.
So if you have a lot of waiting around to do, don't waste it.
It's a great brain storming opportunity.
P.S. Before I went to the hospital, I was having a day out with my family, which was sadly cut short. We were at Chenrezig Institute which is a Buddhist monastery and retreat on top of a mountain. It's a beautiful and tranquil place to visit if you're ever in the area. It's set over 100 acres of bushland and accepts day visitors who are free to explore the property.
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