Well, I last wrote my blog en route to Aberdeen where I spent 7 days in a variety of very hot wards. I arrived by ferry on the Friday morning, was met by the ambulance first thing and admitted to the hospital.
I spent Saturday exploring my surroundings and found a Tesco next door, within walking distance.
I was very excited since I haven’t actually left my house properly since the middle of January. So, trying not to go “wild in the aisles”, I bought a few useful things and had fun wandering up and down gazing at the colours and just being in a new environment.
The Sunday was spent waiting for the surgeon and anaesthetist to have their “little chat” so I didn’t go a-wandering any more and just accepted my fate.
I was first on the theatre list, and came out sore but ok. I have strict instructions – something about not lifting things and not tiring myself. I wrote it all down along with what they did to me.
“Removed the Wallis Ligament, found a tear in the disc, removed a loose disc piece about the size of a finger nail that had been pressing on L5 nerve route and performed a microdiscectomy”.
So now we know. Anyway, home yesterday evening on the normal flight from Aberdeen where I was met by Jo and BeAnne. I burst into tears when I saw BeAnne. We have not been separated since.
Of course, everyone is pleased to see me.
Some perhaps more than others.
I missed everyone and am glad I am back. Hospital is very hot and very not for me.
Best of all, Spring is starting. The celandine are the first to make the effort. A better yellow than those NHS bins.
I will listen to what my surgeon said. No, honestly, I will. I promise.