May I bud and never flower

Yesterday’s musical prediction was wrong. It’s been Dark side of the moon all day. I don’t know how many times: such wonderful but familiar music has helped me catch up on missed sleep.

In other news, I weigh 55·3 kg. That’s 122 pounds, or 8 stones 10 pounds, about a stone less than normal for me. My blood pressure is 128/83, which is ok. Being unable to walk 0·2 miles to the GP surgery is not. Again I can’t thank Elly enough for driving me there,

There is a light that never goes out

I didn’t sleep much last night: maybe four hours in total. So I’m flaked out again, with The queen is dead on auto-repeat. Such a brilliant record! If my musical meanderings continue into the past at this rate, tomorrow will be The age of consent, and Saturday will be New boots and panties. You have been warned!

Nesting!

I hadn’t realised how heavy doses of antibiotics can flatten people even further. Today has been typical of this week: I’ve not had sufficient energy to move further from my ‘nest’ in our spare room to the bathroom. Instead I’ve been curled up under a duvet, too de-energised to even get cabin-fever. Continue reading

Infected?

So I’m back home, even more fatigued. I was taken for endoscopy some time on Monday evening, and was back on the ward by 11, I think – I slept through the whole thing. (A local anaesthetic put me right under!) I was woken around midnight for routine blood pressure and temperature checks. I then slept on and off until about 6:30 when the nurses opened the curtains and did the drug rounds. This was followed by breakfast – white toast and jam in my case. Continue reading

In through the in-door

My GP has sent me to Edinburgh Royal Infimary so the medics can try to work out what’s going on. A doctor who described himself as a ‘lowly surgeon’ has arranged for me to have an endoscopy today. It wIll happen after other surgeries have been completed and ORs are free, so not until late this evening. (Had my GP requested it, it might not happen for a fortnight or more.)

While the ‘lowly surgeon’ thinks it’s unlikely that I have stomach ulcers, the endoscopy (TV camera down the throat) will be definitive. If and when  ‘surgical’ causes are ruled out, the next step would be a gastroenterologist specialist.

Ignorance is NOT bliss

I spent most of yesterday in bed, then spent some time sorting through clothes. (My wardrobe is full to bursting, so it’s high time to get rid of some stuff. It’s only fair to say Elly did the physical work – I just made decisions.) I slept through most of the night, waking a few times from pain and dehydration, eventually rousing well after noon. After lunch, I tried to phone the hospital to find whether my colonography results were available yet.

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