First the good news. Brian won’t be having his gall bladder removed after all. He has a gall stone lodged in the bile duct outside the gall bladder and this requires a different procedure so he is having a scope/probe passed down his throat. A small nick will be made in the wall of the tube allowing the stone to drop through.
Brian almost gagged when the surgeon told him; he has trouble swallowing pills that aren’t capsules.
He won’t be anesthetised though will be “high” enough to not remember much about it so the Dr says.
This Tuesday we got the word (that‘s only just over a week since his scan)…he is having the procedure (E.R.C.P.) on Friday. Luckily B-I-L will go with him to the hospital (it’s a 2hour drive) to drive home…I’m working.
I re-scheduled my workload to accompany Brian yesterday to the “pre-op” assessment which is just as well…he needed an interpreter LOL. The anaesthetist was a very softly spoken Indian gentleman and Brian couldn’t hear or understand him…I TOLD him he was becoming hard of hearing!!!
He (the anaesthetist) picked up the heart murmer we already know about and has referred Brian to see a cardiologist which could be months away depending on his work load.
He only comes around this way once a fortnight!!! I KNOW
My grand-daughter will be 13 this month. Ahhhh 13. Hated it.
As she will eventually get my jewellery I thought I’d send her one of my gold rings. It’s one of the smaller ones. I can’t believe it fit my little finger only 10 years ago now it doesn’t even go over the first knuckle of that same finger.
I’ve always loved gold, it’s my favourite colour for jewellery yep, you can keep your diamonds and emeralds, give me gold every time.
By the way i know it has stones in but it's not that noticable being off course ALOT smaller in real life LOL:o)
I used to wear lots of it all at once but now days I rarely wear more than one chain, three rings including my wedding ring and a pair of earrings. I look at it now and then and sigh…I know, I know how sad is that!
A bit of gardening the other day and my hands were almost cripple. Luckily I managed to drag myself around my home care clients. I try not to show my pain after all they have enough troubles of their own without adding mine.
I’ve accepted another client too…home cares unfortunately still while I can, I will.
Monday or was it Tuesday I went for a hair cut…I don’t know! Sometimes I think I do a better job myself…it always looks ok when they’ve prettied it up with gel and blow drying but when I get home I can see what’s wrong with it. Am I being toooo critical? Oh okay, I give up.
Speaking about creepy crawlies when I arrived at one of my lady clients the other day she was so pleased to see me I thought we’d won the lotto ;o)
She pointed to an upturned newspaper and said, “it’s under there, be careful it’s still alive.
“HUH! Whaaa…aaat is it Mary?” I asked.
“Oh, you know,” she said, “it’s as ugly as sin with long legs and antennae.”
“Okaaaay,” I said as I edged uneasily nearer.
I lifted the corner of the newspaper and there was the biggest ugliest creature you are ever likely to see…I know, I know you have bigger and uglier but this is MY story okay.
It's a Weta, they are incredible looking creatures and are one of New Zealand's most recognisable creepy-crawlies.