minor miracle

I made the most of my weekend, starting with a trip to The Summer exhibition with one of my most lovely pals. We had coffee and saw the huge range of art, some was fantastic and some, really not my taste. I could appreciate almost all of it, so much that I'm sure you could go several times and see something you hadn't noticed before. One piece, which I thought would look lovely in our hall, was only £35,000. We followed this by standing and watching part of the pride march and then a more gentle walk, some delicious food in one the smallest restaurants ever, tiny and perfect. Once home I did the ironing - I know, how very exciting and then BigA and I spent the evening together, him cooking something we'd never had before. 

We met with D and Er on Sunday for a delightful brunch and chatted happily all morning. The sandwich was massive and I could only manage half. Then home to make a veggie shepherds pie for the returning festival goers. So wonderful to see them and their piles of washing. They had missed the creature comforts but had a fantastic time.  

Monday felt like a whirlwind, despite thinking I'd managed to get all the pre op checks done I had to head into London to get more bloods, home to spend a bit of time with the girls and a catch up with U and then food out and after that the choir sharing. 

Tuesday, my last day of term. I got gifts and cards. My form class writing the funniest things to me in theirs. Lots of hugs too and then off home for a BBQ and to greet my mum and Ta. C and S came over and e chatted happily. 

Then the big day - off we set and the day surgery room was welcoming with a lovely sister who greeted each person with warmth. It felt a little strange and it's hard to leave your family. Harder for them I think. Then I simply had my admission - the terrifying list of what can go wrong told again and then you sign. Sure let's do this! And then it was done and to my delight I could move my limbs, talk and breath. I was so very happy I cried happy tears and then keen to let you all know. I happily went to HDU and have been well looked after. And I couldn't quite believe that when I woke at 5am the next morning I was almost pounced upon by my nurses keen to get me washed and up in the chair. Terrible hair that was later sorted but so pleased to have various lines taken out that day. By Friday morning I was dressing myself and wandering around. Waiting on an MRI for the morning. The porters arrived at the same time as my lunch bit hey ho. The lunch good was lovely too. Dinner not so much. Then my visitors arrived, happily the ward have ignored the 2 by the bed rule they set. 

The scan was good, a very sensible sister then chased the report so I then got discharged and met mum and a J in the pub. They had gone a little earlier for food. We went to get a taxi! The taxi driver was very gentle but ooof that was a lot. Back home went to bed but the heat made it a hard night. 

I'm sore of course, some times more than others. I've got some odd numbness down my right side which may it may not go. But so ridiculously pleased it's all gone so well and that I'm home. Now to be looked after and not to do too much for two weeks.