I got old. And sick. A true story.
You are old! The words came from the already drunk guy at the
bar in Ross Island hotel. I was early to have a 10-dollar dinner
before the karaoke started at eight. I did not really know him
- only that he used to go fishing with my female karaoke-singing
partner. I had not seen her in a while and when I asked him where
she was the comment on my age was his only reply. So age had caught
up with me? I had always been looking younger than I was, from
I was I primary-school boy.
story might have stared sometime before. One night some months
ago when I was watching TV an afternoon back home, what looked
like a tiny mosquito bit me on my left leg. I killed it, and wondered
why it was so small - and how it had gotten inside the house.
We have mosquito-screens and were never bothered by them. Some
time later I got a rash on my lower legs, mostly on the left.
It was so itchy that I went to the doctor. I was told that it
just was a heat rash and got something to put on. I have later
figured out that it is a sandfly (midge), obviously of the biting
Wednesday night on the first of September I went to the karaoke
at Flynns bar in the city. To sing karaoke is what I am doing
now that I no longer am a table tennis coach. I remember that
I was sitting with a group of boys and girls, and that I late
in the night went to the toilet to pour out some of my beer. Don't'
remember why. The next I remember is that I woke up very late,
feeling no good. I usually wake up at 7.00 even when I have been
at the karaoke at Flynns until it is closing at 2.30. My bedside
table was halfway tipped over and the alarm-clock and light was
on the floor. I stayed in bed almost the whole day, feeling sick.
I had a kind of injury to my left eye and chin. I wanted to go
to the doctor but could not get me to get there. The next night
I woke up at about 3.00 - feeling that I was about to faint. So
strange that I woke up my son (23 years old), the only one in
the house that day/night (my wife was staying with our daughter),
and said that I needed to see the doctor. He said that the doctor
was closed. I tried to go back to bed but was feeling so strange
that I woke him up again and said that I needed to go to the hospital.
We did and were that about 4.00 in the early morning. CT-scanning
of the head and X-ray of my left hand. No visible sign of concussion
to the head and the hand just shoed an old injury to the thumb.
what had happened that night? On Facebook I asked the friends
I remember I had been with but only one boy replied. He said that
I should ask the security guard at Flynns. Well, through other
people I have been told that I had left Flynns with some people
and that I fell down on the road. It was an ambulance close to
and they wanted me to go to the hospital but I refused and managed
to get a taxi back home - after behaving a bit strange (peeing
on the grass and saying odd things to a girl).
I asked my son if he had any idea what had happened. - Somebody
might have slipped a roofie in your beer, he said. I had no idea
what a roofie was, and looked it up. It was a "date-rape
drug", like Rohypnol or Ketamin. - It is very common in Townsville
these days, said my son, - it has happened to me as well.
I some time later asked the security guard at Flynns, and he said
he had seen me inside the bar - looking ok. So did somebody slip
me a roofie or did I have another health-problem?
After that night I have not been feeling 100 percent. When I sit
down to write, I am ok, but when I stand up and walk I feel dizzy.
I understand that I am getting to become an old man, many of my
friends in Norway have already passed away, but it is something
else. It is not long ago since I was thinking to myself that I
was lucky to be so active. Well, I am walking the dog 45 minutes
every day. Taking my blood-pressure tablets and eating vegetables
like broccoli. Even if I am retired I am writing articles and
researching ancient history every day. I feel that I am more mentally
and physically active than most people I know. Do I have a health
problem that I do not recognize? That is what I really want to
The only other thing I can think about is what happened when I
in 2014 travelled to Los Angeles to be part of a TV-program about
ancient giants. The same week somebody had dropped a table tennis
table on my legs. When I left the plane I fainted at the airport.
Luckily I managed to signal to the crew standing outside the plane
and they brought oxygen and called the ambulance. The doctors
said that the injury to my legs had brought blood-clots to both
lungs and that I was lucky to be alive.
23. November 2021