It's fairly obvious that none of the posts over the last week have contained anything much of "me" ~ because I still don't know how me feels right now. I have been out of hospital a week and I'm flagging. I'm sleeping 18 hours a day and the tablets are causing foul and unmentionable side-effects*. Who'd a thought that getting better was this tiring/disgusting? I truly expected to bounce out of be last Friday, cured! Well-er than I'd ever been, well-er than a well thing from Wellington *winks at Lisa* But it's a no go! I feel & still look like shite!
Then, the "dreaded letter" arrived from the hopsital this morning, it took me 20 minutes to build up the courage to open it ... to find that it was a "we have referred your case to Mr B, blah, blah, blah" letter and not a "come in now we want to operate" letter. Sheesh! The wait [as anyone on a NHS waiting list in the UK knows] could be months/years/a decade and I really don't want another stomach abscess forming while I wait! But what's a girl to do? Private health insurance is way out of our price bracket and much as I'd love to move to France right now (where I could have the op by the weekend probably) that's not financially viable right now either!
So, the wait starts. Watch this space ... but not for long or the boredom will drive you mad!
*twinkles* In other news ... there's always my Johari :o)
* Aren't you glad I shared?