I've just got back from a nightmare holiday, which unbelievably, is the second holiday in a few months that's been ruined by illness and medical emergencies.
On my honeymoon in Japan a few months ago, I broke my wrist so badly we had to cut our trip short by a week and fly home for surgery on it, meaning I went 6 days with a sling in terrible pain before it got fixed.
So was really looking forward to an October trip to Crete with my brother for a few days - we just got back. Unfortunately, I had a cold type thing that laid me a bit low for first few days, but was still making the best of it. Then on day 4, my brother developed a massively fast heartbeat and chest pain and was rushed to hospital 45 mins away in an ambulance - absolutely terrifying. He was diagnosed with atrial fibrillation and spent the night on the cardiac ward, where they managed to cardiovert him with medicine and return his heart to normal rhythm. I had to go back to the hotel at night and negotiate the public bus which takes like an hour and was way on outskirts of town, then use it to go back next day. The Greek public hospital was pretty shabby and underfunded, but actually the care was pretty good and he saw a cardiologist within 20 mins of arriving. All free on GHIC thankfully, although we had insurance. He spent a sleepless night with two roommates that chain-smoked on the balcony til the early hours of the morning (on a heart ward 🤣).
They thankfully discharged him the next day, but he then had to avoid large meals and alcohol to avoid triggering another afib episode, and of course just wanted to get home, so it meant the holiday was kind of over at that point. We were able to make our original flight the day after. But it didn't end there!
I was feeling a bit off in our Gatwick airport hotel the next morning, but didn't think much of it. As soon as we boarded our 3 hour train home, I started vomiting and shitting my guts out with some awful norovirus type thing, so weak I felt like I was going to die. Running back and forth to train toilet and having to kneel in strangers piss so you can projectile vomit, fml. I want to burn the leggings I had on. My brother text me this morning that he also managed to come down with it overnight and was horribly ill as well. Really hoping my poor husband doesn't get it, have been reminding him to keep his distance and wash his hands loads. I'm feeling a little recovered today so it didn't last too long at least.
Honestly I'm just so glad my brother was ok, but what a fucking nightmare holiday, I swear, especially after the last one.
Anyone else got stories of when your holiday went tits up, to cheer me up a bit?