Taking one for the Team

I've had a ....'different'.... week, readers.....

We'll start from where the last post finished, a pretty depressing Monday. Tuesday was a fairly dull day at work (as ever), apart from a phone call from a recruitment firm that wanted me to go and work in Northampton on a 6 month contract for a 'pretty decent' law firm, that may or may not offer me a full time position at the end of it.....erm...no!

Anyway, Wednesday, surely the pinnacle of my week. I had the day off work to go and visit a specialist consultant in Bromsgrove. This was because last year I was very ill at various times due to a kidney infection, whereby my fingers would turn black or purple, I would go white and start shivering, and then have a few days off work as I pretty much couldn't move at all, therefore various doctors saw me, gave me the same medication every time, and after the 10 day cycle of tablets, I would feel alot better...for about a day, then it would slowly start over again, and I'd be back to square one. So finally I had my referral to comeone who knew what he was talking about, so me and mom (along for moral support) trudged along at 3pm for my appointment with the consultant. We got seen pretty much straight away and the consultant was a fairly nice chap, who took loads of notes about my symptoms etc, and then told me that he thought that my urinary tract had partially collapsed, and so an infection would be the likely cause of my illness. Great, so what course of tablets would I be on?.....

......the answer, dear readers, requires a warning to be posted on this blog to prevent passing out throughout the blogging world....

**READERS OF A MALE DISPOSITION, LOOK AWAY NOW OR SKIP TO THE END OF THE BLOG, ALTERNATIVELY READ ON AND PRAY TO THE LORD ALMIGHTY THAT THIS NEVER HAPPENS TO YOU!**

They need to 'have a look' and see what the problem is and how to fix it. . . . . . ah, right you are then! Apparrently they need to 'examine' first which involves a small operation under local anaesthetic and a camera, although how they are gonna get the BBC to sanction that, I'll never know!

Then, if there is anything wrong with me that they need to . . . ahem, fix, then they will have me in again for an operation under a general anaesthetic.

Apparrently, when I came out of the consultants room, I was deathly white, somewhat unsurprisingly. It took me about 3 hours to get over the initial shock, and I am reluctantly coming round to the idea now, after all, it is a problem and it needs to be sorted, so if this is the only way (suggestions are welcome!), then so be it. Personally I think I should have a medal and an MBE for services to mankind, but I'll settle for good health and a lasting trust in the NHS!

**YOU MAY NOW LOOK BACK AT THE COMPUTER AND UNCROSS THY LEGS, AIN'TCHYA GLAD I GAVE YOU THE WARNING!**

So, that was it for Wednesday, Thursday was spent trying to think of anything but the impending operation, scheduled for 2-3 weeks, and helpfully I got organised to get moving with something that I will post about next week (always leave them wanting more!) But, as ever, my life is anything but simple, as we heard that our neighbour had died, which was a shame, as he was a really nice chap. This week was quickly becoming depressing! So to the pub, nothing can send me into further decline there...WRONG!..., one of our friends had just found out that she needs to have one of her kidneys out because she was born with a defective one, and she had exactly the same symptoms as I had last year, so that cheered me up no end. Not only had I not thought beyong my news on Wednesday, I hadn't even given 2 seconds thought to what could be the eventual thing wrong with me when they find out.

Friday could not come quick enough. . . WRONG! I applied, as I tend to do every week, to about 20 law firms in and around Birmingham, applying for jobs if they advertised any, or just to send them my CV in case the world turns upside down, cabbages rule the highways and byways, and I am suddenly required by a law firm to fill a vacancy I may be interested in. So, after feeling fairly good about myself I got on with my day at work, only to discover later on that I had emailed them my CV in an Office document, not a Word document. So, if any law firms were drunk enough to respond to my pleas for help, they couldn't blummin well open my CV to find out if I was an axa-murderer or not!

I'm praying this weekend is better, because oh goody-gumdrops, I've got a funeral on Monday!