[WARNING! If you’re squeamish about medical details, this post might make you squeam.] I woke up back on the ward, feeling incredibly thirsty. The nurse said she couldn’t give me anything to drink, or I’d vomit for sure, but she moistened my mouth with a damp gauze. It helped. Then I noticed that the other patient wasn’t there, even though she’d gone down to theatre first, and I got a…
Just what I needed after the op. The Dunesteef audio fiction magazine are buying my story “The Appliance of Science”! It may be some time before it’s published. I’ll let you know, of course.
I went into hospital on Wednesday at 6pm. It turned out that I would be sharing a side ward with another lady having the same op. She’s only a few years older than me, but she’s in far worse health, and she was in constant pain from her gallbladder, compared to my frequent niggles. To be honest, I didn’t think we were going to have much in common. But I…
I’m sore, but I’m home – minus the dratted gallbladder. Still tired, and still on the very strict diet for at least two weeks, but the worst is behind me. In fact I’m too tired to write any more today.
Most things are organised, and what isn’t will have to wait. I took a group around Grantecan this morning (which stopped me thinking to much), and packed my little bag. Any minute now my husband ill come home and drive me to the hospital. Still dreaming of chips, crisps, scrambled eggs, chocolate cake…
The hospital just phoned. I go in on Wednesday evening, and they’ll be taking my gallbladder out on Thursday morning. I should be back home by the weekend. Hopefully I won’t have to wait very long after that before I can eat cheese again. And eggs. And lamb. And bacon. And nuts. And…