Please buy the concert tickets
This is a more personal post but I hope you'll read it. Originally I had no intention of saying anything about this but now I kinda want to because it seems pertinent.
I'm in London right now, on holiday. But it hasn't really been a holiday because I got very sick travelling here.
I flew from Australia through Japan and Germany to the UK, but had a pulmonary embolism getting off the plane in Japan.
I didn't realise that's what it was, i just felt very unwell, like I was going to collapse. I thought I was perhaps suffering from exhaustion. It's been a tough few months.
I had made plans for my short stay in Tokyo but instead of going out I went to my hotel and slept. When I woke up the next day I still couldn't breathe. I felt like I would pass out any moment. I could barely walk. But I had another long haul flight to Frankfurt so I shuffled along as slowly as possible and I got on the plane.
Thirteen hours later the plane landed in Frankfurt and I was still struggling to breathe. I couldn't get up the airbridge without help. I couldn't support my own weight, and my chest felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. The ground staff wanted to call an ambulance but I refused because I was a) stubborn [stupid] and b) terrified I might be in slow cardiac arrest and would die alone in a hospital in Frankfurt. I needed to get to London where my sister is.
I spent my night in Frankfurt in the same state, wondering if i would make it. The next morning I messaged my sister to let her know i was ill, and dragged myself onto the plane to London.
My sister took one look at me when I came through arrivals at Heathrow - by then I couldn't walk without leaning on the wall - and called the medics.
I was rushed to hospital and they discovered that 4 of the 5 lobes of my left lung were blocked by clots. I also had a gallbladder infection and my liver was inflamed.
I spent 5 nights in acute care in a London hospital with 3 different IV antibiotics and went back and forth for CT scans and ultrasounds and ECGs.
I really thought i would die.
I said to the doctor, "You have to keep me alive until March because BTS is releasing an album."
I wasn't kidding. The thought of missing the album and concerts... I'm pretty sure that's what pushed me to want to get better. Because last year was by far the worst year of my life and sometimes it seemed inescapable and pointless.
I'm doing well now, I was discharged a few days ago to recuperate in a hotel. I can't fly home for another 2 weeks because the clots haven't dissolved yet but I am making a good recovery.
And I will be at that concert, you can count on it.
It doesn't matter if you're old or young, or how fit or healthy you are, you can't predict or control what life has in store for you.
So find something that matters to you and embrace it with your whole heart. Live your best life.
Buy the concert tickets.
You never know if you're getting a tomorrow.
That's all 💜
#borahae
