Good morning all from a wet Glasgow, where it is 12°C,
How exciting, Bellsnanna.
You must have been delighted to hear from your son, GM.
Glad to hear you are feeling better, GMB, but a painful lesson for your grandson.😪
Karma is there no end to your skills? 👏
Fortunately, I did make it to the Golden Jubilee, without any accidents., however, my anxiety wasn't helped by DH going rogue again,. He refused to listen and change lanes, when coming off the bridge, saying he knew what he was doing. Of course he missed the slip road.
At the next ( four lane) roundabout, go in the outside lane and take a sharp right and we will be fine, I said.
He drove straight on, insisting that this was the way he always went. He was talking rubbish. This was our usual route to the retail park and shopping centre, where I was tempted to open the door and jump out!
I could feel my anxiety levels rising,when he ignored the suggestions of both myself and the sat nav, I know what I am doing, said the he. 🙈
On this nmagical mystery tour, I saw parts of Clydebank, I never knew existed 😡
When we arrived at the fully occupied car park he said, I told you I knew what I was doing. He nearly found himself a patient in the hospital!
Of course there were no spaces, but at least, for once, he took my advice, to listen to me and let me look for a space.
Trying to find the surgical unit was another problem. We had to eventually go outside and into the very smart surgical unit, vastly different from my local hospital, where I was initially meant to have my procedure.
Each patient has a pod, (about forty of then) complete with a personal toilet. I have never seen so many medical staff in one place.
I did cause a bit of consternation, when the staff took my long, complicated medical history, and multi medication allergies, especially as I was wearing a Fentanyl patch and they usually give Fentanyl, as pain relief,
It didn't help, when staff couldn't find a suitable vein for the cannula. They settled on my hand, which now sports numerous shades of purple.
The procedure went well and the outcome is that I do not have cancer, but one of the lesser evils, probably a result of years of RA meds and opioids. It explains the years of stomach pain,
I could have wept with relief, Apparently, I have been having a flare up, hence my humiliating episode outside the GP surgery a few months ago.
Photographs were taken in three areas, for future reference,
I need to wait to see the colorectal consultant, to find out the results of the CT scan and chest x-ray, but I am not concerned about that. It is all relative, for I have waited ten months for a diagnosis, a bit longer is not a problem.
Today, is a day of rest, especially as I didn't sleep well and my head is throbing from the double dose of pain meds. No driving for a few days,
My joints are so painful, as is my stomach, I was downstairs at 6am for pain relief,
My butler, DH, who is usually up before 6pm, has just wakened. I was ^forced to make my own cuppa and hot water bottle for my hips. 😉
It is so unlike him, I am worried about the toll this is taking on him. He looks old and tired.♥️
Yesterday a parcel was delivered with my long line gilet and Babydoll's dinosaur umbrella, except there was no gilet, nor brolly, just an enormous puffer coat. 😡
A phone call to customer services is on the cards,
Overwhelmed by the support of my family, friends and kind Gransnetters has made me realise, life is not too bad after all, just problematic,
Thank you all. ♥️
Enjoy your day and my best wishes for all with mountains to climb.💐
