Saturday 26th
Yesterday included a small 'milestone' as I was due to have my stitches out. Had a feeling that all was not well, so went back to the Nuffield 'just in case'. Everything seemed fine afterwards, and we went home. Later we went shopping for clothes and food and then went for a walk. I was just changing out of my tee-shirt when I noticed something on it and thought I had split something. On closer inspection it was blood which had seeped through the dressing and reopened the wound. Luckily one of my piano pupils is a nurse, so while I sat very still in bed expecting all my insides to drain out, Lucy rang her for advice. Ten minutes later she cheerily knocked on the door as she does usually on a Monday evening, but this time came upstairs. I held my hands over my eyes while she gently prodded and poked and then bandaged me up similar to a nappy on a sumo wrestler. Am I down hearted? Yes, very,... but it meant I had an excuse to ask Graham to take me down the road to my favourite shop to cheer me up. There was just one ring that caught my eye and thought I'd try on, it must have been waiting for me...
Saturday, May 26, 2007
IN BRIEF
Monday 21st
Managed to load dishwasher and set it going. Hurray, first time in two months! Struggled to do some work on the website. Luckily nothing too pressing, but finding it very difficult to (a) sit at desk for any length of time and (b) hold concentration for more that ten minutes. Graham came home and cooked me chicken and chips (He doesn't know how to cook anything else, which is good, as it is my favourite!)
Gave two piano lessons, wasn't quite sure how body would cope, was OK until five minutes before end of lesson, ouch!
Tuesday 22nd
Cherry Blossom picture published in local paper. (see image below)
Told next door neighbour about the demise of Hermione, she was surprised, but I heard more about her dad being diagnosed with terminal lung cancer last September and of work colleague who has brain tumour and 8 weeks to live. (Her dad has responded so well to chemo, his secondary cancers have disappeared and tumour has shrunk to size of walnut - hope prognosis is as good for her work colleague)
Spent 10 minutes playing the piano, first time in nearly a fortnight.
Gave two piano lessons
Walked up to The Mound and back
Had phone call from an old friend of Graham's - Les Curtis - (we haven't seen him for years, but he's one of the few people who will talk to you as though he sees you every day.) He said he'd had a hernia 25 years ago and spent 10 days in hospital. As we got chatting and I explained that I'd been teaching jewellery this last year - he invited me down to Birmingham University where he teaches jewellery/silversmithing. It's brilliant, because it has given me a goal to aim for. I need to be well enough to get to Birmingham on the train and walk to the University before 23rd June. Not sure at the moment that this is achievable...
Wednesday 23rd
Less time spent in bed, lots more sitting in front of the computer
Had handmade card from one of my students from Craft class, thanks Kay! Also had call from a Learning Partner reaffirming her offer of a lift after half term if I feel up to teaching, but not driving. She'd just spent a week in Turkey on holiday, except she'd got bitten by an insect on her ankle on the second day and spent the whole time with her foot up as it was so bad. Bad luck, Irene!
Gave four piano lessons during the day.
Walked up to The Mound and back
Had phone call from my collage friend in Weymouth. Was thrilled that she had actually phoned and surprised that she sounded and confessed to being more tired and fed up than me!
Thursday 24th
Suddenly feel today as though I have turned a corner. The 'mend' has become easier and I now feel as though I can get better. Walking, bending, carrying etc almost as normal...
Monday 21st
Managed to load dishwasher and set it going. Hurray, first time in two months! Struggled to do some work on the website. Luckily nothing too pressing, but finding it very difficult to (a) sit at desk for any length of time and (b) hold concentration for more that ten minutes. Graham came home and cooked me chicken and chips (He doesn't know how to cook anything else, which is good, as it is my favourite!)
Gave two piano lessons, wasn't quite sure how body would cope, was OK until five minutes before end of lesson, ouch!
Tuesday 22nd
Cherry Blossom picture published in local paper. (see image below)
Told next door neighbour about the demise of Hermione, she was surprised, but I heard more about her dad being diagnosed with terminal lung cancer last September and of work colleague who has brain tumour and 8 weeks to live. (Her dad has responded so well to chemo, his secondary cancers have disappeared and tumour has shrunk to size of walnut - hope prognosis is as good for her work colleague)
Spent 10 minutes playing the piano, first time in nearly a fortnight.
Gave two piano lessons
Walked up to The Mound and back
Had phone call from an old friend of Graham's - Les Curtis - (we haven't seen him for years, but he's one of the few people who will talk to you as though he sees you every day.) He said he'd had a hernia 25 years ago and spent 10 days in hospital. As we got chatting and I explained that I'd been teaching jewellery this last year - he invited me down to Birmingham University where he teaches jewellery/silversmithing. It's brilliant, because it has given me a goal to aim for. I need to be well enough to get to Birmingham on the train and walk to the University before 23rd June. Not sure at the moment that this is achievable...
Wednesday 23rd
Less time spent in bed, lots more sitting in front of the computer
Had handmade card from one of my students from Craft class, thanks Kay! Also had call from a Learning Partner reaffirming her offer of a lift after half term if I feel up to teaching, but not driving. She'd just spent a week in Turkey on holiday, except she'd got bitten by an insect on her ankle on the second day and spent the whole time with her foot up as it was so bad. Bad luck, Irene!
Gave four piano lessons during the day.
Walked up to The Mound and back
Had phone call from my collage friend in Weymouth. Was thrilled that she had actually phoned and surprised that she sounded and confessed to being more tired and fed up than me!
Thursday 24th
Suddenly feel today as though I have turned a corner. The 'mend' has become easier and I now feel as though I can get better. Walking, bending, carrying etc almost as normal...
Published Again...
I invite you to visit my Flickr site, someone called Ian has written me a fabulous critique of this picture - makes me sound as though I knew exactly what I was doing...!
IN BRIEF
Wednesday 16th
Discharged from hospital around 10.30am, Graham at dentist until 10 o'clock. Can't remember much about the journey home except that every bump hurt!
Eventually room stopped going round and I began my first project, a miniature cardigan. (picture up shortly) Graham at home to look after me, Lucy at home with 'flu!
Walked to end of Lane and back
Thursday 17th
On my own all day. Didn't appreciate next door's having cavity wall insulation fitted, which involved drilling holes in the wall. The vibrations made me hurt! Found some frozen soup in the deep freeze for lunch. Robert phoned during the afternoon, it was so good to hear a concerned human voice.
Walked to end of Lane and back
Friday 18th
Body trying very hard to resume some normality of function. Can still only get up for a drink and go back to bed immediately. Began beading project using Peyote stitch. Don't seem so reliant on painkillers. Had call from one of my jewellery students, they have a replacement tutor for 6 weeks. Didn't know whether to feel relief, (can take my time to get better), or worry that 'my class' will be taken over and not want me any more. Decided in the end that this is probably a good thing and that I should feel it is a positive step for all concerned.
Managed to walk to allotment twice, end of Lane and down to corner of track in opposite direction.
Saturday 19th and Sunday 20th
Bad day: first stomach has taken on a ghastly yellow hue as the bruising starts to 'come out'. Didn't remember to take enough pain killers, so got into a vicious circle of too much pain and too little relief. Lucy at work as usual and Graham too busy for any tcl.
Wednesday 16th
Discharged from hospital around 10.30am, Graham at dentist until 10 o'clock. Can't remember much about the journey home except that every bump hurt!
Eventually room stopped going round and I began my first project, a miniature cardigan. (picture up shortly) Graham at home to look after me, Lucy at home with 'flu!
Walked to end of Lane and back
Thursday 17th
On my own all day. Didn't appreciate next door's having cavity wall insulation fitted, which involved drilling holes in the wall. The vibrations made me hurt! Found some frozen soup in the deep freeze for lunch. Robert phoned during the afternoon, it was so good to hear a concerned human voice.
Walked to end of Lane and back
Friday 18th
Body trying very hard to resume some normality of function. Can still only get up for a drink and go back to bed immediately. Began beading project using Peyote stitch. Don't seem so reliant on painkillers. Had call from one of my jewellery students, they have a replacement tutor for 6 weeks. Didn't know whether to feel relief, (can take my time to get better), or worry that 'my class' will be taken over and not want me any more. Decided in the end that this is probably a good thing and that I should feel it is a positive step for all concerned.
Managed to walk to allotment twice, end of Lane and down to corner of track in opposite direction.
Saturday 19th and Sunday 20th
Bad day: first stomach has taken on a ghastly yellow hue as the bruising starts to 'come out'. Didn't remember to take enough pain killers, so got into a vicious circle of too much pain and too little relief. Lucy at work as usual and Graham too busy for any tcl.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Hermione Goodbye...
Warning: Not to be read by those of a nervous disposition or those who can't stand the sight of blood!
Tuesday 15th May
How to start this epic journey? The day dawned dismally with heavy skies and intermittent showers. First hour spent on the website, then when my brain could no longer be 'occupied' I slowly got all my things together. I'd asked Graham the night before: "Do you know where the Nuffield is?" and realised as the reply came: "Of course!" that I'd mentioned one too many things about the 'big day'. So when he steered the car to a premature exit in the direction of Stoke I had to take a deep breath and ask gently if he knew a way there that I was previously unaware of. We did manage to turn up on time eventually and with my bell boy in tow, were directed down a corridor towards Room 20. The 'hotel' room was comfortable enough, carpeted, ensuite with a view onto open grassland. There was a constant stream of people coming in and out as soon as we arrived . One of the first visitors was the surgeon (funny how you greet all these people as long term friends, unaware that they are to become the enemy in a very short time, slicing knives into you ) He threw his ample briefcase on the bed, got out a white board marker and began drawing vague arrows, dashes and dots on parts of my anatomy in the hope that at a later date he would remember how to join up and locate the area to be operated on. Then came nurse after nurse, to note weight, height, blood pressure, leg measurement (true, as I was handed a pair of very fetching 'impossible to get on' socks to combat DVT) and complete files and files of forms, which basically said who I was and why I was there. I'd rung up the day before to check the time of the operation and been told 4.45pm. I was now slightly fazed to find that I was 'down' for 3.00pm. This meant that I had little chance of finishing reading 'Why I Married My Uncle's Niece' in the magazine I'd brought (what a relief!) By 2.00pm, I was ready and waiting in my hospital gown, refusing to exchange my nice (lucky?) M&S pink briefs for the 'modesty knickers' supplied by the hospital. 10 to 3 came and in burst my captors ready to 'frog march' me down to theatre. ( I was told we'd walk down and ride back - how considerate!) I hastily swapped my undergarment on my last trip to the loo and got into step...
I was surprised that I was then led into yet another tiny room just big enough to hold the three occupants (time for one last confession, perhaps?) Here we all sat down and double double checked my two wrist bands for spelling and punctuation...Now a chap took over proceedings, inviting me to remove my 'fluffy pink dressing gown' and hop onto the 'chariot' outside the theatre. Even in his theatre make-up, it was clear why all nurses who came within a three mile radius had swooned, giggled and said:" Oh, have I forgotten to put something on the form?" in a casting couch sort of manner. Even his blue wrap around hat perching on a shaved head appeared as this year's must have fashion statement and he had tatooes down his arms to rival Robby Williams. Luckily, I was not over come by his charms, especially when he began attaching even stranger fashion statements to my lower legs. Eventually, out popped the anaestist from the theatre like the fair weather man of a weather station, stuck a large needle in my hand, and as I felt the anaesthetic pump into my arm I knew war had been declared...
Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings has never been my forte. I can remember as a child coming to in a strange bed on holiday, to find that everyone had got up and disappeared and dissolving into tears. Well imagine that kind of feeling, but worse. Having experienced a laparoscopy last September, I knew that I would indeed wake up again, but also that I would go into what felt like shock, only this time with ten times as much anaesthetic in my system, it was ten times worse. I 'surfaced about 10 to 5 (I couldn't focus, but knew from the position on the hands on a clock that that was the time.) I spent the next half an hour trying (a) to stop shaking violently and (b) to catch my breath...it was a really frightening experience and after half an hour one which I thought I would never recover from. Nobody seemed in the slightest bit bothered, they covered me with more and more blankets, until even I felt smothered and still nothing made it better. It's strange how acutely aware you are of your surroundings when your senses are impaired. I couldn't see anything properly, but could hear every snippet of conversation which seemed to consist of someone called Sheena on the phone arranging an appointment for her son to be seen by the surgeon. Was I witnessing some queue jumping? I jolly well hope not!!
At half past 5 they wheeled me back to the room. Poor Graham, who was getting a little concerned when I was an hour later than expected, took one look at me and said: "Well, I don't think you'll be going home tonight..." Thanks for the reassurance mate! Apparently I resembled an alien with an odd purple hue, but after another half an hour some colour had returned to my cheeks. What didn't come back though was my ability for speech...I say speech, I developed a curious affliction of only being able to say swear words and thought I'd developed Tourette's Syndrome, it b*o**y well hurt!. The surgeon chose unwisely to come back in the next half an hour: "How do you feel?" he asked (was he expecting me to congratulate him on his handiwork?) Mustering all my strength I replied "Oh absolutely ****ing wonderful!!!" . OK, so I didn't actually swear at him, but I can't help wondering why I was discharged without him coming to see me the next morning, was it something I said...?
Tuesday 15th May
How to start this epic journey? The day dawned dismally with heavy skies and intermittent showers. First hour spent on the website, then when my brain could no longer be 'occupied' I slowly got all my things together. I'd asked Graham the night before: "Do you know where the Nuffield is?" and realised as the reply came: "Of course!" that I'd mentioned one too many things about the 'big day'. So when he steered the car to a premature exit in the direction of Stoke I had to take a deep breath and ask gently if he knew a way there that I was previously unaware of. We did manage to turn up on time eventually and with my bell boy in tow, were directed down a corridor towards Room 20. The 'hotel' room was comfortable enough, carpeted, ensuite with a view onto open grassland. There was a constant stream of people coming in and out as soon as we arrived . One of the first visitors was the surgeon (funny how you greet all these people as long term friends, unaware that they are to become the enemy in a very short time, slicing knives into you ) He threw his ample briefcase on the bed, got out a white board marker and began drawing vague arrows, dashes and dots on parts of my anatomy in the hope that at a later date he would remember how to join up and locate the area to be operated on. Then came nurse after nurse, to note weight, height, blood pressure, leg measurement (true, as I was handed a pair of very fetching 'impossible to get on' socks to combat DVT) and complete files and files of forms, which basically said who I was and why I was there. I'd rung up the day before to check the time of the operation and been told 4.45pm. I was now slightly fazed to find that I was 'down' for 3.00pm. This meant that I had little chance of finishing reading 'Why I Married My Uncle's Niece' in the magazine I'd brought (what a relief!) By 2.00pm, I was ready and waiting in my hospital gown, refusing to exchange my nice (lucky?) M&S pink briefs for the 'modesty knickers' supplied by the hospital. 10 to 3 came and in burst my captors ready to 'frog march' me down to theatre. ( I was told we'd walk down and ride back - how considerate!) I hastily swapped my undergarment on my last trip to the loo and got into step...
I was surprised that I was then led into yet another tiny room just big enough to hold the three occupants (time for one last confession, perhaps?) Here we all sat down and double double checked my two wrist bands for spelling and punctuation...Now a chap took over proceedings, inviting me to remove my 'fluffy pink dressing gown' and hop onto the 'chariot' outside the theatre. Even in his theatre make-up, it was clear why all nurses who came within a three mile radius had swooned, giggled and said:" Oh, have I forgotten to put something on the form?" in a casting couch sort of manner. Even his blue wrap around hat perching on a shaved head appeared as this year's must have fashion statement and he had tatooes down his arms to rival Robby Williams. Luckily, I was not over come by his charms, especially when he began attaching even stranger fashion statements to my lower legs. Eventually, out popped the anaestist from the theatre like the fair weather man of a weather station, stuck a large needle in my hand, and as I felt the anaesthetic pump into my arm I knew war had been declared...
Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings has never been my forte. I can remember as a child coming to in a strange bed on holiday, to find that everyone had got up and disappeared and dissolving into tears. Well imagine that kind of feeling, but worse. Having experienced a laparoscopy last September, I knew that I would indeed wake up again, but also that I would go into what felt like shock, only this time with ten times as much anaesthetic in my system, it was ten times worse. I 'surfaced about 10 to 5 (I couldn't focus, but knew from the position on the hands on a clock that that was the time.) I spent the next half an hour trying (a) to stop shaking violently and (b) to catch my breath...it was a really frightening experience and after half an hour one which I thought I would never recover from. Nobody seemed in the slightest bit bothered, they covered me with more and more blankets, until even I felt smothered and still nothing made it better. It's strange how acutely aware you are of your surroundings when your senses are impaired. I couldn't see anything properly, but could hear every snippet of conversation which seemed to consist of someone called Sheena on the phone arranging an appointment for her son to be seen by the surgeon. Was I witnessing some queue jumping? I jolly well hope not!!
At half past 5 they wheeled me back to the room. Poor Graham, who was getting a little concerned when I was an hour later than expected, took one look at me and said: "Well, I don't think you'll be going home tonight..." Thanks for the reassurance mate! Apparently I resembled an alien with an odd purple hue, but after another half an hour some colour had returned to my cheeks. What didn't come back though was my ability for speech...I say speech, I developed a curious affliction of only being able to say swear words and thought I'd developed Tourette's Syndrome, it b*o**y well hurt!. The surgeon chose unwisely to come back in the next half an hour: "How do you feel?" he asked (was he expecting me to congratulate him on his handiwork?) Mustering all my strength I replied "Oh absolutely ****ing wonderful!!!" . OK, so I didn't actually swear at him, but I can't help wondering why I was discharged without him coming to see me the next morning, was it something I said...?
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Hermione Can't Wait...
Tuesday 15th
One of the scary things about life is when something becomes imminent. Life changing experiences like getting married, having a baby and giving birth, moving house,...and having operations, fall into this category. Questions become unanswerable, are you prepared? Are those around you prepared? Is there anything you absolutely need to do beforehand? Does anything really matter? It's all getting a bit much...
I'm taking a big breath and preparing to take the first tentative step into the unknown...
One of the scary things about life is when something becomes imminent. Life changing experiences like getting married, having a baby and giving birth, moving house,...and having operations, fall into this category. Questions become unanswerable, are you prepared? Are those around you prepared? Is there anything you absolutely need to do beforehand? Does anything really matter? It's all getting a bit much...
I'm taking a big breath and preparing to take the first tentative step into the unknown...
Monday, May 14, 2007
IN BRIEF
Monday 7th May
Bank Holiday, but more or less a work day here. Was a relief not to have a class to teach. Lucy working hard towards Textile deadline at end of the week, but was easily swayed by friend to go (a) shopping and (b) spend lots of money. Perhaps I am jealous...
Sun came out late afternoon so had a drive out to Alport Heights. Glad of the break and change of scenery and the fact that Classic FM was playing the top 100 film tunes. (Think I missed 50 of them) Richard E Grant was co-hosting the programme, which made a welcome change and was surprisingly knowledgeable. Great to hear insight on how a composer approaches the task of writing film music. Lucky that my new phone has a radio and felt privileged to be able to take photos and listen to my favourite music.
Tuesday 8th
Back to school day
Wednesday 9th
Had a letter from the Nuffield and 'welcome' pack setting out all the scary things that can go wrong with the op. Also included was a demand for the money it will cost 'to be paid 7 days before the first day of treatment' - Hang on a minute, I've only got 6 days left. Phoned up and offered credit card details, which seems all wrong, paying for something to make you better on the same bill as the car service!
Went to town to put cheques in and have quick walk round. Then on to Banks Mill Studios to see Rachel and Natalie who are jewellers and have studios there. I've organised a trip there next Monday for my jewellery class to see exactly what a real jeweller does. I think it will be very interesting for them to see people who work with precious metals. Both were extremely welcoming and happy to talk about what they do. It's a long time since I've done any enamelling or silversmithing, but it bought the memories, seeing all the tools, annealing torches, pickling baths, drawing machines etc. Talking through some work Natalie had seen gave me a really good idea to do some innovative designing myself.
All the things I'll be able to do when I'm mended...
Thursday 10th
Had an appointment to have my hair trimmed just before 1.00pm and collected Graham's diabetic prescription on the way. As I don't know when I'll be able to drive again thought it good to get these little jobs done this week. I can't say I find having my hair cut enjoyable, but most of the trauma has now gone and I can look forward to a neat edge and my hair feeling a little thicker when I wash it.
Rest of afternoon very busy on website.
Friday 11th
Bit late setting off as having to iron the clothes Lucy helped me wash last night. Such is life at the moment, no food (I'm exaggerating a bit), no clean clothes, untidy house... the list goes on.
Line Manager a bit 'off' with me: "When do you think you'll be back?" - he was thinking of getting someone to cover me, but had left it too late to arrange anything before my students went home. Had to say I'd be back after half term, but feel I'm under pressure to return however I feel. Everyone gets time off work to recover it seems, except me! (Sorry about the whinge) A week off the website would be so good, but the work will just 'back up' if I don't keep on top of it.
Felt exhausted by the time I got home and even an hour's sleep later didn't rejuvenate me. Lucy did help with tidying up and a bit of hoovering, that was until she went out...
Monday 7th May
Bank Holiday, but more or less a work day here. Was a relief not to have a class to teach. Lucy working hard towards Textile deadline at end of the week, but was easily swayed by friend to go (a) shopping and (b) spend lots of money. Perhaps I am jealous...
Sun came out late afternoon so had a drive out to Alport Heights. Glad of the break and change of scenery and the fact that Classic FM was playing the top 100 film tunes. (Think I missed 50 of them) Richard E Grant was co-hosting the programme, which made a welcome change and was surprisingly knowledgeable. Great to hear insight on how a composer approaches the task of writing film music. Lucky that my new phone has a radio and felt privileged to be able to take photos and listen to my favourite music.
Tuesday 8th
Back to school day
Wednesday 9th
Had a letter from the Nuffield and 'welcome' pack setting out all the scary things that can go wrong with the op. Also included was a demand for the money it will cost 'to be paid 7 days before the first day of treatment' - Hang on a minute, I've only got 6 days left. Phoned up and offered credit card details, which seems all wrong, paying for something to make you better on the same bill as the car service!
Went to town to put cheques in and have quick walk round. Then on to Banks Mill Studios to see Rachel and Natalie who are jewellers and have studios there. I've organised a trip there next Monday for my jewellery class to see exactly what a real jeweller does. I think it will be very interesting for them to see people who work with precious metals. Both were extremely welcoming and happy to talk about what they do. It's a long time since I've done any enamelling or silversmithing, but it bought the memories, seeing all the tools, annealing torches, pickling baths, drawing machines etc. Talking through some work Natalie had seen gave me a really good idea to do some innovative designing myself.
All the things I'll be able to do when I'm mended...
Thursday 10th
Had an appointment to have my hair trimmed just before 1.00pm and collected Graham's diabetic prescription on the way. As I don't know when I'll be able to drive again thought it good to get these little jobs done this week. I can't say I find having my hair cut enjoyable, but most of the trauma has now gone and I can look forward to a neat edge and my hair feeling a little thicker when I wash it.
Rest of afternoon very busy on website.
Friday 11th
Bit late setting off as having to iron the clothes Lucy helped me wash last night. Such is life at the moment, no food (I'm exaggerating a bit), no clean clothes, untidy house... the list goes on.
Line Manager a bit 'off' with me: "When do you think you'll be back?" - he was thinking of getting someone to cover me, but had left it too late to arrange anything before my students went home. Had to say I'd be back after half term, but feel I'm under pressure to return however I feel. Everyone gets time off work to recover it seems, except me! (Sorry about the whinge) A week off the website would be so good, but the work will just 'back up' if I don't keep on top of it.
Felt exhausted by the time I got home and even an hour's sleep later didn't rejuvenate me. Lucy did help with tidying up and a bit of hoovering, that was until she went out...
Friday, May 11, 2007
The Joy Of Music...
Monday 7th May
Very uplifting being able to take photos to the sound of The Warsaw Concerto, Ladies In Lavendar, Schindler's List, Dances With Wolves, and many more, ringing in my ears...
Very uplifting being able to take photos to the sound of The Warsaw Concerto, Ladies In Lavendar, Schindler's List, Dances With Wolves, and many more, ringing in my ears...
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Will You Bring Me Flowers...?
Friday 4th May
I didn't really know what to expect on my first visit to a private hospital. Perhaps large cheery bouquets of flowers dotted about and subtle canned music? No, quite a few receptionists, lots of corridors and consulting rooms, that's about all and all on one level which seemed odd. Got there just on time, even though I'd attempted to be early. Filled in a sheet of 'personal details' and ticked the box to say that I'd pay - having answered 'no' to the question: "Do you have medical insurance"? (Isn't there a Monty Python sketch, the one...you're not allowed to *** unless you pay...?) Form completed, I got to play a Goldilocks and the Three Bears game... The waiting room was decked out with all manner of different sized chairs. One continuous padded bench against the window (like a pub), then lots of different sized chairs and ones that didn't match the colour scheme of red (blood red- appropriate I suppose for a hospital) in the centre. There was even a daddy sized chair...well it was enormous, I couldn't help but think of the size of rear end you'd need to have to fit it. Perhaps they cater for Americans? Anyway, after a five minute wait, (I'd assumed wrongly that everything would be on time) the surgeon collected me from the waiting area, I thought he'd have a secretary to do that... Mr Lingham was lovely (he is highly recommended, but you always have to meet someone yourself to be convinced, I think) Filled in a few more forms, (consent form comes with my own copy) very brief examination ( hope he appreciated new M&S knickers) and then came the ultimate question; " When do you want it done? As soon as possible, please" to which he took me at my word and said he'd had a cancellation for next Tuesday 8th (I told Graham I'd get myself fixed before he got back!!) Perhaps just a little too soon. We agreed on the following Tuesday 15th and as I post this part of my blog I'm thinking: "This time next week, it will all be over..."
I didn't really know what to expect on my first visit to a private hospital. Perhaps large cheery bouquets of flowers dotted about and subtle canned music? No, quite a few receptionists, lots of corridors and consulting rooms, that's about all and all on one level which seemed odd. Got there just on time, even though I'd attempted to be early. Filled in a sheet of 'personal details' and ticked the box to say that I'd pay - having answered 'no' to the question: "Do you have medical insurance"? (Isn't there a Monty Python sketch, the one...you're not allowed to *** unless you pay...?) Form completed, I got to play a Goldilocks and the Three Bears game... The waiting room was decked out with all manner of different sized chairs. One continuous padded bench against the window (like a pub), then lots of different sized chairs and ones that didn't match the colour scheme of red (blood red- appropriate I suppose for a hospital) in the centre. There was even a daddy sized chair...well it was enormous, I couldn't help but think of the size of rear end you'd need to have to fit it. Perhaps they cater for Americans? Anyway, after a five minute wait, (I'd assumed wrongly that everything would be on time) the surgeon collected me from the waiting area, I thought he'd have a secretary to do that... Mr Lingham was lovely (he is highly recommended, but you always have to meet someone yourself to be convinced, I think) Filled in a few more forms, (consent form comes with my own copy) very brief examination ( hope he appreciated new M&S knickers) and then came the ultimate question; " When do you want it done? As soon as possible, please" to which he took me at my word and said he'd had a cancellation for next Tuesday 8th (I told Graham I'd get myself fixed before he got back!!) Perhaps just a little too soon. We agreed on the following Tuesday 15th and as I post this part of my blog I'm thinking: "This time next week, it will all be over..."
Monday, May 07, 2007
Serenity....
It's been a while since I put any sunsets up on Flickr. I didn't think I had caught anything 'worthwhile', but to 'crop' is to 'accentuate' and I'm quite pleased with this image.
Who needs details when you can have colours...
Who needs details when you can have colours...
IN BRIEF
Monday 30th April
Emailed hospital in the hope of reminding them that I'm still waiting...
After a pretty tough weekend, finally felt well again today! Had phone call from Line Manager: "Why hadn't I put the display up I'd promised to last week." She 'backed off' when I explained I'd not been well... and assuaged her with the promise of coming in early. Didn't quite manage the 12o'clock deadline, but display was up and "Alles Ist In Ordnug" seemed appropriate. 10 to 1 and who should arrive at the main desk, but a diminutive Inspector...just my luck! However, she was very pleasant and smiled appreciatively as I recounted my anecdote from the Phobia programme the night before, how this lady had a phobia about buttons and couldn't bear them to be near her...and here was my class making necklaces from them and telling stories of how they all had a button basket handed down from their mother - fond memories... After an hour, she delivered me feedback, was mostly very complimentary, tiny amount of constructive criticism, and with what I believe were the words: "It was a privilege" she left.
Tuesday 1st May
Poor day healthwise. Struggled to get Graham's ironing done and to cook lunch. Must make mental note: "Can no longer bend down to put things in oven"
Doctor phoned at lunch time to check what it was I wanted him to include in letter to hospital. Very close to tears at the thought that yet another week had passed since my last visit to see him and no farther forward. Have to realise that he has lots of other patients to administer to...In response, phoned local Nuffield Hospital, surprised that hernia operation not as expensive as I thought it would be. Discussed with Graham, that dependent on what doctor says tomorrow, only solution may be to 'go private'.
Wednesday 2nd
Graham left at the crack of dawn for another trip to the US. Seems to take less and less time to get there. This time phoned me before half past 4, only 7 and a half hours!
Mary came for piano lesson today instead of tomorrow. Good to have someone to talk to albeit briefly. Doctor's appointment 10.50. Very surprised when I was called in after only 5 minutes wait. He seemed to think that I'll be lucky to have operation within 4 months. So after brief discussion, he wrote a letter of referral for The Nuffield, which I took home with me.
Bluebells on bank breathtakingly beautiful on way home in full sunlight. Took advantage of weather and went back to photograph them in the afternoon. Not so bad walking down (nowhere to park), but bit of a struggle walking back up.
Lucy watered the allotment for me and cut some asparagus (my new staple diet for tea) unfortunately not embracing her new gardening role to its full potential. Probably something to do with stepping on something sharp - she insists on doing the watering bare-foot...
Thursday 3rd
Seemed to spend all day organising my lesson for tomorrow. Also put my panoramas of The Almshouses on Flickr together with photos of Morley and surrounds for chap from Parish Council to update website with. Sent email apologising for delay, but he seemed happy enough. Steven and Lucy went off to Morrisons to do the food shopping for me. Apparently Steven was in awe of Morrisons, as though he'd never been food shopping before...thought the loaf I like called 'pain de campagne' looked like a giant cob. If you knew Steven and the size he is, 6'2" and about 18 stone, you'd see why this was funny! Later took Lucy down to Breadsall to vote - her first time. Came home discussing why I gone to the 'disabled' booth (she said it was bigger than the rest, I said: well I am disabled) and why there are only children's pencils (short stubby ones) to make the cross with. Imagined that perhaps there are little fairy people in the collecting tins who are employed to rub out the crosses and change them, thus fixing the result!!
Friday 4th
Nick the caretaker was waiting in the car park to take my things in when I got there for my class...aaw, thanks Nick, nice to know someone cares...
Off to my appointment at The Nuffield at 20 to 3 and my first experience of a private hospital. (see above)
Monday 30th April
Emailed hospital in the hope of reminding them that I'm still waiting...
After a pretty tough weekend, finally felt well again today! Had phone call from Line Manager: "Why hadn't I put the display up I'd promised to last week." She 'backed off' when I explained I'd not been well... and assuaged her with the promise of coming in early. Didn't quite manage the 12o'clock deadline, but display was up and "Alles Ist In Ordnug" seemed appropriate. 10 to 1 and who should arrive at the main desk, but a diminutive Inspector...just my luck! However, she was very pleasant and smiled appreciatively as I recounted my anecdote from the Phobia programme the night before, how this lady had a phobia about buttons and couldn't bear them to be near her...and here was my class making necklaces from them and telling stories of how they all had a button basket handed down from their mother - fond memories... After an hour, she delivered me feedback, was mostly very complimentary, tiny amount of constructive criticism, and with what I believe were the words: "It was a privilege" she left.
Tuesday 1st May
Poor day healthwise. Struggled to get Graham's ironing done and to cook lunch. Must make mental note: "Can no longer bend down to put things in oven"
Doctor phoned at lunch time to check what it was I wanted him to include in letter to hospital. Very close to tears at the thought that yet another week had passed since my last visit to see him and no farther forward. Have to realise that he has lots of other patients to administer to...In response, phoned local Nuffield Hospital, surprised that hernia operation not as expensive as I thought it would be. Discussed with Graham, that dependent on what doctor says tomorrow, only solution may be to 'go private'.
Wednesday 2nd
Graham left at the crack of dawn for another trip to the US. Seems to take less and less time to get there. This time phoned me before half past 4, only 7 and a half hours!
Mary came for piano lesson today instead of tomorrow. Good to have someone to talk to albeit briefly. Doctor's appointment 10.50. Very surprised when I was called in after only 5 minutes wait. He seemed to think that I'll be lucky to have operation within 4 months. So after brief discussion, he wrote a letter of referral for The Nuffield, which I took home with me.
Bluebells on bank breathtakingly beautiful on way home in full sunlight. Took advantage of weather and went back to photograph them in the afternoon. Not so bad walking down (nowhere to park), but bit of a struggle walking back up.
Lucy watered the allotment for me and cut some asparagus (my new staple diet for tea) unfortunately not embracing her new gardening role to its full potential. Probably something to do with stepping on something sharp - she insists on doing the watering bare-foot...
Thursday 3rd
Seemed to spend all day organising my lesson for tomorrow. Also put my panoramas of The Almshouses on Flickr together with photos of Morley and surrounds for chap from Parish Council to update website with. Sent email apologising for delay, but he seemed happy enough. Steven and Lucy went off to Morrisons to do the food shopping for me. Apparently Steven was in awe of Morrisons, as though he'd never been food shopping before...thought the loaf I like called 'pain de campagne' looked like a giant cob. If you knew Steven and the size he is, 6'2" and about 18 stone, you'd see why this was funny! Later took Lucy down to Breadsall to vote - her first time. Came home discussing why I gone to the 'disabled' booth (she said it was bigger than the rest, I said: well I am disabled) and why there are only children's pencils (short stubby ones) to make the cross with. Imagined that perhaps there are little fairy people in the collecting tins who are employed to rub out the crosses and change them, thus fixing the result!!
Friday 4th
Nick the caretaker was waiting in the car park to take my things in when I got there for my class...aaw, thanks Nick, nice to know someone cares...
Off to my appointment at The Nuffield at 20 to 3 and my first experience of a private hospital. (see above)
Saturday, May 05, 2007
The Two Gs...
I was very lucky to be paired up with a good dancer again this year. Slightly odd that she is known as George and a bit camera shy, as you can see by the fact she had removed her tap shoes before I could persuade her to have her piccy taken with me.
IN BRIEF
Monday 23rd
For all the extra attention to detail I tried so hard to include to extricate myself from the chasms I managed to fall into last Monday, were all to no avail. I still managed to have the wrong date on my lesson plan and my Line Manager was not impressed. She seemed to think I should bow to the pickiness of Head of Service and suplicate myself without further ado. I still think I should show individuality and not conform. As the 'day' approaches I expect to capitulate...
Tuesday 24th
Another trip to the doctors, but no further forward. Although, having seen a different doctor who's a bit more down to earth in his approach, I do feel that he will do his best by me even if all I can expect is yet another letter stating: "Please sort this neurotic woman out before we have to refer her to the men in white coats brigade" It was a little worrying that the consultant had written stating that I have a suspected Peritoneal hernia, which the doctor couldn't find a reference to on Google. I, on the other hand have found lots of references to it, one of them is entitled 'Chronic pelvic pain in females and obscure hernias' - now there's a coincidence!!
Was met with great jubilation from the 'girls' at tap on my return. I do have a 'stand in' for Friday's Tap Competition, but she assured me she was not keen to take my place on the front row. More good news, we received certificates from the show at Shepshed and found out that we had been awarded fourth place (87%), ahead of the advanced group!
Wednesday 25th
Tried very hard to have a normal day. Went to Morrisons as we were out of bread, collected a printer from a centre, had a dental check up ("oh" they all said, "haven't seen you for 6 months then - and we were just getting used to your daily visits!" Cheek!! Well at least they missed me...)
back to another centre to put up a display and home via Darley Park for photos of cherry blossom and Morrisons for photo paper. Trouble was as soon as I was home felt I couldn't move a muscle. (See photo of Cherry Blossom)
Thursday 26th
After yesterday, felt as though I was in quarantine! No doubt I'll be out by tomorrow in time for lesson I'm teaching...
Went to dress rehearsal for competition tomorrow. Will miss my fellow tappers next week. (See photo)
Friday 27th
Have to give special mention to Nick at the Rycote centre, and Pete at the Step In centre on a Monday. Both have been really good about helping me carry all my 'stuff' in when I go teaching. Of course, I've had to listen how Pete has had a hernia for years now, in fact he was just due to go into hospital to have it sorted when his wife died and that was 5 years ago.....it's never bothered him....and.... Nick had been for an x-ray the Friday before as he'd got a 'swelling', but the doctor had assured him that it was probably something to do with the 'snip' he had 10 years ago and was something that comes and goes'. This is not to belittle the strange conversations I've had with these two blokes over the last couple of weeks, but to show that having shared my diagnosis, I've received more sympathy from males than females.
Graham insisted on taking me to my Tap Competition at The Derby Arts Festival, which was very good of him...unless it was the fact that there were belly dancers also taking part... We came second out of 2, which was very disappointing, but I consoled myself with the fact that I actually managed to take part! (See photo) send comment?
Monday 23rd
For all the extra attention to detail I tried so hard to include to extricate myself from the chasms I managed to fall into last Monday, were all to no avail. I still managed to have the wrong date on my lesson plan and my Line Manager was not impressed. She seemed to think I should bow to the pickiness of Head of Service and suplicate myself without further ado. I still think I should show individuality and not conform. As the 'day' approaches I expect to capitulate...
Tuesday 24th
Another trip to the doctors, but no further forward. Although, having seen a different doctor who's a bit more down to earth in his approach, I do feel that he will do his best by me even if all I can expect is yet another letter stating: "Please sort this neurotic woman out before we have to refer her to the men in white coats brigade" It was a little worrying that the consultant had written stating that I have a suspected Peritoneal hernia, which the doctor couldn't find a reference to on Google. I, on the other hand have found lots of references to it, one of them is entitled 'Chronic pelvic pain in females and obscure hernias' - now there's a coincidence!!
Was met with great jubilation from the 'girls' at tap on my return. I do have a 'stand in' for Friday's Tap Competition, but she assured me she was not keen to take my place on the front row. More good news, we received certificates from the show at Shepshed and found out that we had been awarded fourth place (87%), ahead of the advanced group!
Wednesday 25th
Tried very hard to have a normal day. Went to Morrisons as we were out of bread, collected a printer from a centre, had a dental check up ("oh" they all said, "haven't seen you for 6 months then - and we were just getting used to your daily visits!" Cheek!! Well at least they missed me...)
back to another centre to put up a display and home via Darley Park for photos of cherry blossom and Morrisons for photo paper. Trouble was as soon as I was home felt I couldn't move a muscle. (See photo of Cherry Blossom)
Thursday 26th
After yesterday, felt as though I was in quarantine! No doubt I'll be out by tomorrow in time for lesson I'm teaching...
Went to dress rehearsal for competition tomorrow. Will miss my fellow tappers next week. (See photo)
Friday 27th
Have to give special mention to Nick at the Rycote centre, and Pete at the Step In centre on a Monday. Both have been really good about helping me carry all my 'stuff' in when I go teaching. Of course, I've had to listen how Pete has had a hernia for years now, in fact he was just due to go into hospital to have it sorted when his wife died and that was 5 years ago.....it's never bothered him....and.... Nick had been for an x-ray the Friday before as he'd got a 'swelling', but the doctor had assured him that it was probably something to do with the 'snip' he had 10 years ago and was something that comes and goes'. This is not to belittle the strange conversations I've had with these two blokes over the last couple of weeks, but to show that having shared my diagnosis, I've received more sympathy from males than females.
Graham insisted on taking me to my Tap Competition at The Derby Arts Festival, which was very good of him...unless it was the fact that there were belly dancers also taking part... We came second out of 2, which was very disappointing, but I consoled myself with the fact that I actually managed to take part! (See photo) send comment?
Pole Dancing...
Saturday 21st
After lunch at the Tutor Conference, we were invited to take part in a 'Fun Exercise' which became known, through Chinses whispers as 'Pole Dancing'! Pretty tame as it turned out, but as you can see everyone is smiling (even Head Of Service, top left)!
After lunch at the Tutor Conference, we were invited to take part in a 'Fun Exercise' which became known, through Chinses whispers as 'Pole Dancing'! Pretty tame as it turned out, but as you can see everyone is smiling (even Head Of Service, top left)!
Published Again...
Saturday 21st
Not a day I was looking forward to as we had our Annual Tutor Conference. However, having another picture printed in the local paper and the fact we could claim for half of the day helped to ameliorate the time spent there.
Have to mention the keynote speaker: Andy Cope who lectures at Loughborough Uni and is doing a PhD at Bristol. The title of his talk was : "How To Be Brilliant" a lively study on positive thinking, interjected with such evocative terms as 'Mood Hoovers' (like living with Eeyore at the office) all highly entertaining - as was his suntan...
Not a day I was looking forward to as we had our Annual Tutor Conference. However, having another picture printed in the local paper and the fact we could claim for half of the day helped to ameliorate the time spent there.
Have to mention the keynote speaker: Andy Cope who lectures at Loughborough Uni and is doing a PhD at Bristol. The title of his talk was : "How To Be Brilliant" a lively study on positive thinking, interjected with such evocative terms as 'Mood Hoovers' (like living with Eeyore at the office) all highly entertaining - as was his suntan...
IN BRIEF
Monday 16th
Up early in anticipation of the workmen arriving. The scaffolders arrived first, but not much before 9, followed by three blokes from Alpine Windows about half past. Weather still brilliant and everything very much relaxed. Managed to upset them as I wasn't there to make them enough cups of tea. Have promised to mend my ways by tomorrow, if I can find any sugar as we are dangerously low on supplies!
Dug myself a rather large hole at Jewellery Class. Was feeling quite proud of myself having organised the caretaker to help me carry my things in, only to be thwarted by Head Of Service dropping by on a pre inspection visit, finding everything wrong/incomplete/out of date and I'd committed the cardinal sin of having promoted the English custom of Happy Easter in my last lesson...
Tuesday 17th
Attempted to mend my ways by making as many cups of tea in a day (I feel a Guinness Book Of Records challenge coming on) and by sorting out lesson plans and such like. Spent morning learning the new skill of putting images back on a camera memory card so I could then take them to the centre where I teach and print them on their equipment. Found Head of Service lurking at the centre and narrowly avoided bumping into her. Piano lessons went well and then came the prep for tomorrow's Colonoscopy...
Wednesday 18th
Big day, but went OK. 'Prepping' not nearly as bad as I'd been led to believe. Didn't really miss not having food as trying to drink as much as possible to avoid risk of becoming dehydrated. Walked from hospital car park and lady giving directions to find department was someone I used to teach silk painting. Surprisingly, not exactly in the mood to swap top tips. Forgive me for recounting a little of what took place, but it was quite interesting... especially after the initial hilarity of having to sit on whoopy cushion seats in the waiting room (I won't say any more..) I got to wear a rather fetching (scratchy) hospital gown and dressing gown (only one tie at the top) I witnessed very little of the actual proceedure. Once in the room, a needle was inserted into a vein in my wrist and then having been positioned on my side, I was given a seditive via the needle and knew very little about anything - until I heard the doctor mention the word 'polyp' and I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the screen in front of me as the camera appeared to be whizzing through a myriad of channels. It was a particularly wierd sensation knowing that there was a tube inside you and that you could feel it being pushed and pulled, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. The next thing I knew was waking up in another room and being offered a cup of tea and a choice of biscuit - food, brilliant! Celebrated by buying fish and chips for tea on the way home.
Friday 20th
Chaps completed sofits and facias about half past 2, just right for an early Friday finish. We will never again need to look skywards and comment about the state of our guttering! Hooray!!
Monday 16th
Up early in anticipation of the workmen arriving. The scaffolders arrived first, but not much before 9, followed by three blokes from Alpine Windows about half past. Weather still brilliant and everything very much relaxed. Managed to upset them as I wasn't there to make them enough cups of tea. Have promised to mend my ways by tomorrow, if I can find any sugar as we are dangerously low on supplies!
Dug myself a rather large hole at Jewellery Class. Was feeling quite proud of myself having organised the caretaker to help me carry my things in, only to be thwarted by Head Of Service dropping by on a pre inspection visit, finding everything wrong/incomplete/out of date and I'd committed the cardinal sin of having promoted the English custom of Happy Easter in my last lesson...
Tuesday 17th
Attempted to mend my ways by making as many cups of tea in a day (I feel a Guinness Book Of Records challenge coming on) and by sorting out lesson plans and such like. Spent morning learning the new skill of putting images back on a camera memory card so I could then take them to the centre where I teach and print them on their equipment. Found Head of Service lurking at the centre and narrowly avoided bumping into her. Piano lessons went well and then came the prep for tomorrow's Colonoscopy...
Wednesday 18th
Big day, but went OK. 'Prepping' not nearly as bad as I'd been led to believe. Didn't really miss not having food as trying to drink as much as possible to avoid risk of becoming dehydrated. Walked from hospital car park and lady giving directions to find department was someone I used to teach silk painting. Surprisingly, not exactly in the mood to swap top tips. Forgive me for recounting a little of what took place, but it was quite interesting... especially after the initial hilarity of having to sit on whoopy cushion seats in the waiting room (I won't say any more..) I got to wear a rather fetching (scratchy) hospital gown and dressing gown (only one tie at the top) I witnessed very little of the actual proceedure. Once in the room, a needle was inserted into a vein in my wrist and then having been positioned on my side, I was given a seditive via the needle and knew very little about anything - until I heard the doctor mention the word 'polyp' and I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the screen in front of me as the camera appeared to be whizzing through a myriad of channels. It was a particularly wierd sensation knowing that there was a tube inside you and that you could feel it being pushed and pulled, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. The next thing I knew was waking up in another room and being offered a cup of tea and a choice of biscuit - food, brilliant! Celebrated by buying fish and chips for tea on the way home.
Friday 20th
Chaps completed sofits and facias about half past 2, just right for an early Friday finish. We will never again need to look skywards and comment about the state of our guttering! Hooray!!
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