…though it was an experience I’d prefer not to repeat in a hurry. I woke up in my own bed this morning for the first time since Monday, after having spent the past two and a half days in hospital for treatment to repair what one of the incredibly young-looking doctors called my ‘incarcerated’ hernia. What a wonderful term!
I’d suspected for about 3 months that I had a very small hernia, but had foolishly put off going to the doctor about it because of DH’s illness and my cataract surgery. I’d actually been planning to make an appointment this week, when the hernia pre-empted me by becoming suddenly very painful on Monday evening and refusing to pop back into place.
By the early hours of Tuesday it was obviously getting worse, not better, so DH rang 999 and then packed a bag for me. Despite our remoteness, the ambulance arrived with what seemed like lightning speed and whisked me off to A & E at Aberystwyth. The hospital is very proud of its spanking-new A & E unit, but I would have preferred not to see it for the first time at quarter to four in the morning after a rather painful night-time dash over the hills.
I finally went to theatre at 1pm on Tuesday and seem to have slept through most of the subsequent day and a half before at last surfacing properly yesterday morning. I’m now very glad to be at home again, feeling limp but much more human, and with strict instructions from the nurse who discharged me not to lift anything heavier than a cup of tea for the next six weeks, unless I particularly enjoy hospital food. ;-)
Sadly, this need not to strain my tummy muscles in any way also puts clarinet practice on hold for the time being, which is a shame as I've really been enjoying it. I’ll just have to sit down and learn the theory instead. It also means that DH will have to do a lot of supervised cooking and drinks-making, since I've been firmly told not even to lift a full kettle. Who knows – we may make a cook of him yet...
Now to go and have a bit of lunch and put my feet up for a while, before finally replying to the comments you've kindly been leaving on my last post. I’ll leave you with my favourite rendering of the song that has been irresistibly running through my head all week since I was told by that lovely young doctor, early on Tuesday morning, that the hole in my tummy would be mended with a mesh patch!