Well that all went a bit upside down…
Short version: the “not quite right and with increasing amounts of pain” that I’d been experiencing since late February, written off as nothing by three GPs, turned out - after I begged for a scan at the local hospital - to be “severe appendicitis”. I was walking around with it for nearly three weeks. I went for the scan as an out-patient and didn’t go home for four days. Because everything was in such a mess by this stage, surgery wasn’t an option, so I’ve been floating (with deep gratitude) in antibiotics ever since. I have check-ups in a few weeks and we make a decision as to what happens next. I love the NHS. I can’t stand what’s being done to them. I am beyond grateful to have these people ready and waiting to help and heal, with no worry of “How the hell am I ever going to pay for this?“. I love this body too, which suffered a perforated appendix and - as the doctor put it - managed to contain it.
Also, Digby, my 16 year old dog is unwell and needs (thankfully minor) surgery on Friday so please send him your sunniest wishes because it’s a lot for him, even if he is in great shape for the canine equivalent of an 85 year old man. Thank you.
So that’s where I’ve been.
I was going to dive straight into a full post but I think that’s better saved for later in the week away from this update, so if you have time, I’ll be back here in a couple of days and would love your company.
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When things go off plan
You got this Digs. And I’m so glad you’re doing alright Jo.
That's a lot for a quick update... and for you. Hoping you're feeling ever so much better sooner than later, and holding space for Digby to be able to enjoy all the sweet doggie years he's meant to.