This (you’ll be pleased to hear) will be the only post about my hospitalisation. And even this won’t be gruesome (unless you're Italian or French or maybe Algerian).
If
you can imagine the UK as my head (where else?), Europe as my chest and
Africa as my lower bod, the original intention was to remove Sardinia
in a fairly non-intrusive procedure. But they decided that it was Italy that was causing all the problems (as ever) and removed that too, as well as half of Sicily. They
then took off part of the Cote d’Azure, the coast of Tunisia and a
chunk of the coast of Algeria and joined them all together.
The
downside – I’m never quite sure now whether the uncomfortable twinges
and stabs I can feel are from the surgery, whether they are protests
from Algeria about being permanently joined to France (or vice versa),
whether I’m hungry, full up or whether I need to dash off to the loo. You know how it is when baby’s are born. They cry when they’re hungry, they cry when they’re full, they cry when they soil their nappies, etc. Well, it’s a bit like that (apart from the nappy thing). I suppose I’ll get to know what’s what, as I get used to the new geography.
I’m now embarking on a programme of building up strength. It may take some time. After chatting for half an hour on my return home, I had to sleep for an hour. But I guess that’ll improve too. Not sure how many posts I’ll manage; more as time goes on I guess, but thinking is still quite tiring. The
really difficult part of all this is that doctors assure me that there
is nothing I should have done or should not have done in my life to
avoid the surgery. Every time
the nurses take my obs, they say ‘wow, great blood sugar levels’, or
‘what do you do to get great veins like this’, or ‘that’s a brilliant
pulse rate’, etc. So, what do you do? All very depressing. I know I said thanks before for all your support, but sincerely thanks again. Your messages did help cheer me up.
The upside now is I’m over a stone lighter. The
other is that whenever I feel those twinges and stabs, as I do at the
moment, I don’t waste time wondering what it means, I just go and eat. Talk to you later.
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