When things go off plan
A quick update
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.