Good morning, everyone. Wasn't it a dull day yesterday - dull and damp by the end of the day. Good for the allotment, mind you. Today is supposed to be similar, dull and breezy with light rain showers. Just as well I'm not planning to go anywhere!
Well, I didn't need to have worried. Yes, the BP was raised, even more than last week because - you know - hospital and all that. But it didn't matter.
I arrived at 7:15 (thank you, Beth, for dropping me off) and was quickly taken to my room, a neat double room with an ensuite and a wall mounted telly, not that I took advantage of the latter. By 10:45 I had been 'processed' , met surgeon and anaesthetist, signed forms and was taken down to the anaesthetic room (sign on the door saying 'Welcome to our operating theatre' - cute) and was feeling woozy from the first bit of anaesthetic. A bit like alcohol but without the hangover!
No idea how long it took as I was very sleepy but by 4:00 I was awake, had enjoyed some hot toast and black coffee, been to the loo and was getting dressed. Very slick without the least sense of rush. Everyone was lovely, friendly and reassuring.
It had to happen. As I was coming to in the recovery room, the nurse caring for me looked at my notes and said 'You're Mrs Clark from N... S... school, aren't you?'.
'Ye-e-es,' said I, slightly warily.
'You taught him in Y1,' came the reply. 'Z O [child's name].' Fortunately, I remembered him and, after a little chat, she said, almost as an after thought, 'You were his absolutely favourite teacher there.'
Wasn't that nice.
(Last time I was in hospital, I met another mum working on the ward I was on too.)
Mr Charalampopolous (I can say it at last) came to see me afterwards and said it had been 'very, very inflamed' so I guess I have got off lightly with pain over the last months, thanks to sticking fairly religiously to the given diet.
By six I was home and feel no more than uncomfortable. The sense of relief is huge.
So now I more on again. I get used to wearing some oh, so stylish compression socks (I think that's what they are called, anyway) for six days - nice! I work out a less rigid food regime, I put blood pressure lowering strategies in place and I move on! It' so lovely to look ahead again!
I just want to say many grateful thinks to everyone who has been so understanding of my ups and downs over the last week. I worried more than I ought to have done which is something I need to work on.
You have been wonderful.