I’m sitting here alone. Brian is out at
a Men’s Shed night, the rain is pounding on our flat roofed house (as it has
done frequently this season) and I’m trying hard to be interested in eating. I’ve
discovered that with the variety of heavy drugs I am on, it takes very little
to upset the equilibrium so if it’s not minor nausea, it’s far more likely to
be either constipation or diarrhoea – or even all three. Today happened to be
the day of my CT scan – and because this involves some fasting, then drinking a
litre of rather unpleasant liquid, not to mention the injecting of iodised
contrast fluid – my body’s been decidedly offish all day. It’s the means to the
end I guess and as it’s been over 12 months since I have had a review of my
left hip I’ll be interested in the results, and also to check the progression
(or rather lack of) the disease. I’ll get the results back later this week
which will be helpful as I have an appointment next Monday with an orthopaedic surgeon
from St Vincent’s. This will either close the door to any future hip
restoration or open it all up to who knows what possibilities. However I’m sure
CT scans are different in Portland compared to anywhere else. Today the nurse
assisting was a friend from church, and as she led me to lie down for the scan,
the protective pillow cover had hand-written on it “My
Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest. Exodus 33:14” Now where else
could you get such personalised service??
In the meantime, Brian and I have been quite
busy of late with work on our various committees, attending meetings and
appointments, enjoying the company of Simon and Caitlin for the weekend, and having a lovely birthday chat with our grandson Liam on his 11th birthday today.
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