'And you'll be putting that where, exactly?' Part 2: The Sequel

Greetings to you all, I know its been longer than a week since I posted (a day shorter than 2 weeks, which makes me look slightly better!), but I do have several valid excuses, which shall be brought to your attention shortly.

Anyway on with the post, and to Monday's horrible little proby-thing operation, where they basically shove something that logically shouldn't go into a hole that size, into a hole that size and have a look round. Well that just about covers the horrible bit, on with the funny stuff! We got there about 10 minutes before we had to and had to wait 30 minutes as they had banked up all the appointments since the last couple of weeks had been cancelled, due to the proby-thing being broken. Anyway, I was called in by the same nurse who saw me last time, and it was a bit like meeting an old friend as she'd seen me the last time I came in, so we were chatting about my new job, and the holiday that we'd booked up since I saw her last, which was almost distracting me until she put the injection in.....then uttered the immortal words..

'Ooh, since the last time you came, we've had the walls painted, new computers, a new operating table, and, as I'm sure you've already noticed, colder anaesthetic'

By this time I had felt the aformentioned liquid, which was not the most pleasant of experiences, and not something I was expecting. The Consultant Urologist (or Neurologist as I thought she said, which confused the heck out of us for a good few days, I mean, what does a neurologist want down there!?) performed the operation, which involved pumping water down the 'tubing' to open it out so she could have a good look around, then afterwards spoke to me at length about what the diagnosis would be, in fact she talked for so long, that I was desperate for the loo, as I had so much water filling me up from the inside, so must have resembled a slowly inflating balloon!

Basically the diagnosis goes like this. Its busted and needs fixing! The slightly longer but more informative version is that when the collapsed part of the 'tubing' was cut out last time, it obviously left a weakness there, which at some point collapsed again, and so here we are again. Now the fun bit, they don't think they can fix the problem just like that with another operation, so, once they have had me in again for it to be cut out, they will have a look around, see how strong it is, then probably refer me to another consultant, who will have to reconstruct all of the damaged 'tubing'. So not only do I have one operation to look forward to, but another one after that.

One reason I didn't blog till now is that I knew I would have the appointment come through in the post this week, and as if by magic, a letter came for me yesterday, telling me my operation had been booked for the 27th September, which is nice and quick, and also means I'll have a fun few days, as its my birthday on the 23rd (presents, cards and cash welcome...in fact ignore the first 2!), my 4 month review on the 24th, which will be fun, then my operation on the 27th!

Well its actually come at a good time, as it will mean that I can do loads of revision in my week or two off work, with my exam just round the corner, so its worked out pretty well, apart from the blood, the pain and the discomfort!

Right, onto other things, work has been a nightmare over the last week or so, so hectic (another reason why I've not had time to blog). We've had 3 new starters in the department, which has not only added to the workload, but I've had to train up for most of my time, as one of the teenagers is off sick all this week and most of last (I'll get him back through the medium of operation recovery!), so thats been knackering for the 2 of us running the department these last couple of weeks.

Other than that, these last 2 weeks have seen a discraceful cheque arrive from Roseberys. Suffice to say that getting pennies for something thats worth thousands of pounds has not been met with satisfaction from the Beagle household, so we shall leave it there before I start effing and jeffing!

Finally some good news, one of our mates Jess has had another beautiful little girl, called Corrinne Elizabeth, who we met at the pub last week and is just so adoreable that everyone got just a little bit broody. Blimey, we must be getting old, what next, one of us turning 26? Ha!