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ITALIAN CONNECTION<br />
Mothers, who would have them? The nagging that<br />
goes on is unreal, particularly when it comes to<br />
holidaying.<br />
Yes mother, I have the blue European Medical card.<br />
Yes, I have the number of my VHI on that yellow<br />
post-it you got laminated. Yes, I remember how to<br />
use an ATM machine. I am bringing the travel nebuliser.<br />
There is no way in hell the other big white yoke<br />
is coming <strong>with</strong> me! Insurance, err, nooo. Why would<br />
I need it? I've all the other stuff. Will I have room for<br />
Ciproxin in my hand luggage you say? Well, considering<br />
medicine is all that's in it, why the hell not?<br />
Jeez.<br />
LESSON ONE: Listen to mother.<br />
That first conversation came back to me as I stumbled<br />
headfirst into a pizzeria in Florence. I'm sure<br />
they thought I was on drugs (no, not the cf kind!). As<br />
an incomprehensible language suffocated my ears I<br />
recalled the conversation my Mom and I had before<br />
I left. Ah, mothers. How quickly their ten minute call<br />
to the insurance company while you're deliberating<br />
over shorts, skirts and flip flops turns them into Life<br />
Saving Mothers. The last thing Mom asked me<br />
before I set off to the 38 degree of Florence was if I<br />
had printed out the insurance. And as all daughters<br />
have the gift of doing; I smiled sweetly, kissed her on<br />
the cheek and in a much lower voice drawled "of<br />
course", as if she were the stupid one. Leaving for<br />
the airport at the furthest point of my mind there was<br />
a mental note pinned - find internet café, print out<br />
insurance.<br />
Ten days later after the most precise medical compliance<br />
I had ever followed in my life I booked into a<br />
well air-conditioned hotel alone. It was superior to<br />
where I had been staying <strong>with</strong> my colleagues and I<br />
was in complete desperation. I knew something was<br />
wrong. It's really hard to explain but although I knew<br />
I was unwell I hadn't realised it was so bad until<br />
then. It's at this time that I took a stroll, or rather fall,<br />
into that Pizzeria. Imagine walking around the spire<br />
four times and that was roughly the distance from<br />
my hotel to the pizzeria... In there my drunken staggering<br />
caused a big scene and I left the place in a<br />
bigger muddle. Sure, I'd thought about drinking a<br />
fifth litre of water, but that diet coke was just so<br />
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much more appealing. However, according to U.S.<br />
researchers the aspartame in it encourages dehydration,<br />
which in my defence I did not know! Before<br />
long they were hauling me through Florence in an<br />
ambulance <strong>with</strong> my excellent Italian friend. It was an<br />
experience.<br />
LESSON TWO: Inform your travelling party about<br />
your condition & warning signs they need to look out<br />
for (and not when you're being carted away by that<br />
ambulance..).<br />
Stay hydrated and make other travellers aware, or at<br />
least one. I appreciated their help much more than<br />
the gutter I would have ended up in. Being that<br />
dehydrated left me at serious risk of heart attack<br />
which in turn affected my chest and diabetes, which<br />
caused minor respiratory failure. I knew no Italian<br />
but luckily enough I had a remarkably calm Italian<br />
friend to translate for me and stay <strong>with</strong> me, but he<br />
couldn't stay during procedures. Yes, those ten minutes<br />
where an inexperienced nurse rammed a giant<br />
nail, sorry needle, into my fragile portacath and continued<br />
to bang it <strong>with</strong> her big Italian momma hand<br />
were priceless. If in doubt, ask for the anaesthetist,<br />
or alternatively, don't travel. Which is the exact<br />
advice that charming lady proposed when she bellowed<br />
- "Why you go on holiday if you know you<br />
have this illness?!" Trust her to be able to string an<br />
insult together yet not speak any other English to<br />
me. Her temperament made me cry a little and beg<br />
<strong>with</strong> praying hands and rocking body for my translator.<br />
It sounds pathetic but my port felt painful and<br />
broken. Her reply was to loom over me, her toothless<br />
gob grinning as she brandished a syringe full of<br />
sedation. Before long I had grabbed it, my fist waving<br />
it at her and the two assistant nurses who had<br />
been stroking my brow and sighing "tranquille" in a<br />
creepily holy vibe and who were now holding me<br />
down in a bid to restrain me. Note to self - easier<br />
option, drink and bring salt supplements. Tell friends<br />
warning signs; listen to mother and bring neb that<br />
does Tobi.<br />
LESSON THREE: The importance of having holiday<br />
insurance.<br />
After a night in a high dependency unit (HDU) I finally<br />
got moved to the CF unit. A real CF unit. Own