Couldn't resist a Kitchen visit - since it's a bit like Emergency Ward 10 today !
Dear Batty - he's the friendliest, kindest, chattiest boy! Why would you be surprised? Takes after his Gran, I should think.
Happy 5th Birthday to a much loved little chap.
Try not to worry too much, NannyT, it's quite exhausting all that pre-op nonsense and sleepless nights. Just gone through a lot of that. DH would tell you, as everyone told him, 'patience, patience and more patience'. He could walk around our dining table completely unaided 5 days after his TKR. It took a year, for it all to resolve, though. Too many people think they can literally run before they can walk and are then despondent because they seem to be getting nowhere fast. But imagine how lovely to have a good knee again. Wishing you all the luck!
Worried about you, Soop. I've had a small hernia half my life. No problems with it, but before Christmas I was flattened with pain and had to resort to Proton Pump thingies. First time. They worked like a charm but only for a very short while before they themselves made me feel rough. I've lost loads of weight and not interested in food for ages. It settled 2 months on and Scans, Tests, have shown that it's a Gall Bladder problem so that's on the list for removal a s a p. Surgeon told me that it would be dreadful to live in France and never have a glass of wine or a piece of cheese because of the threat of another attack! So, surgery is the plan. He said to ring him and it shall be done.
If I sound blasé - well, it's only to cover terror, but I do have some wonderful news. Over a couple of years, I've had to get really angry at my failing sight and the threat of 2 cataracts to be removed. It seems ages since I have slept well and not worried because I am totally Eye Phobic. Because of this, I need to have a general anaesthetic. Yesterday morning, I joined Brook in spirit, and went to have the surgery. Kindness prevailed, every single one of the team was lovely. After putting on some navy paper pyjamas, a matching 'hat', soft slippers and foot covers, I was wheeled to my doom. The Surgeon was waiting along with the team (and the sounds of Al Green singing Let's Stay Together in the background.) Everyone wanted to talk to me, busied themselves until I was made ready and then the Anaesthetist told me to breathe deeply, make Easter plans and think of all the wonderful colours I'd be able to see.
Well, this morning, after a night feeing I had an eye full of sand and just before I used the first of the 6 medications x 3 times a day, I took off the plastic patch and tried hard not to cry. My one eye, used to everything beige and drab and dingy, was suddenly supported by an eye where someone had turned on all the lights and painted the view of my garden in vivid colours. I could see the clock, I could see EVERYTHING. It was a total miracle. I have had the happiest of days after months of misery and worry. The hospital then phoned and were laughing at how upset I sounded at their handiwork!
Next Wednesday, I shall be there again to have the other eye done. With the chance of such a wonderful result, I'd be an idiot to turn down another small miracle. Best wishes for you and your eye, Brook.
Nice legs, Jax but don't think that colour tanning lotion will catch on. With your diagnosis now, hopefully you'll get back to better than normal before too long.
Love to all the regulars, take good care of yourselves. x 🙋♀️ x
