Good morning, everyone. Brrr, it ain't 'alf cold round here but, being south of the country, no chance of snow which, I gather, is restricted to Scotland.
Yesterday I wasn't feeling great (gall bladder, of course) so was quite low but it's better this morning. The thing is, I now worry about knowing whether I need to get help (medical help, I mean) and when it's going to pass on by after a while. If it's just 'playing up a bit', uncomfortable/painful but will go after a while, than that's OK but if there's another inflammation, that's not going to go without intervention. So, being a natural born worrier, I worry!
I've decided, rightly or wrongly, that if the discomfort doesn't fade after taking pain-killers, that's the time to consider 111 (or whatever) but really, how do you know?
Anyway - earlier in the week I got my referral letter through and I've never done it this way before. Admittedly, I haven't troubled my local hospital all that much: the last time was that lump I had removed and then the essence was speed. Before then it was childbirth!
In the letter, it didn't give me a time or date, it told me I could go online and select the venue from a choice of three, one being our local private hospital (which happens to be the nearest anyway). Once I had done that, up came a list of available dates and times for me to choose from! I couldn't believe it.
I could have chosen a date next week but on the discharge letter it said they would see me in three months (I presume that's what 3/12 means) so next week sounded a bit soon. So I compromised with the middle of December, which is about a month and a half. By then I will know how well diet is controlling things and I'm keeping notes of pain, etc. Right now, if surgery is an option, I think I will go for it, but we will see.
And, yes, I chose the private hospital (it is an NHS appointment) for two reasons - it's by far the nearest and parking is not only free, there's plenty of it, both in the grounds and around them too.
Today I have woken very early after a great night's sleep so I'll have plenty of chill out time. The house is clean and reasonably tidy and the ironing basket is empty (cheers). I have knitting and I have books. What an idle life, eh? Here's to it!