This morning was spent in Gilbert Bain Hospital Out-Patients (or GBH as it is known locally) discussing the way forward with the Gynaecological team. So next it is an MRI in Aberdeen. I shall await my appointment letter with anticipation.
To make up for a morning in The Big L including a trip to The Temple of Tesco’s (or Lerwick as it is known locally), I spent the afternoon with my bebbies.
I walked into their park and yelled “Bebbies” once and then was galloped at by three little enthusiastic treasures who giggled and sniggered as they went.
They love their field. The huge proportions mean they can play and gallop their way round it forever with no fences to stop them. They are growing up to be normal Shetland colts.
So I found a safe spot and sat down to watch them. If they wanted to talk to me, I asked them to behave but watched out for any silly behaviour as I wanted to be safe rather than have my teeth kicked in.
They never really stopped and it was lovely to watch.
For some reason, probably due to the regular food buckets, they love their dear old Mum and I only have to appear, shout “Bebbies” and they run up to me expecting tickles, snogs and food (not necessarily in that order).
Watching them play does my heart good and is the best therapy. A trip to Hospital is put into perspective beautifully. Just what the doctor ordered (the NHS just doesn’t know that).