Doing battle with daily dragons

Monday, February 06, 2006

Findings

On a day when the news is dominated about people globally setting fire to things due to something some guy drew on the back of a cocktail napkin, I’m sitting here thinking belly-related thoughts.

Despite the apparent sweet deal of lying around and sleeping all day, you might be surprised to discover that there actually ARE some drawbacks of letting someone cut you open. Bruising, oozing and snoozing, one might say.

The procedure went smoothly. The Chiltern Hospital has rooms nicer than some Holiday Inns I’ve stayed in, plus you get the added fun of a bed that moves, (“Bed goes up, bed goes down. Bed goes up, bed goes down.”) room service every hour (although most hotels I know won’t give you codeine on demand) and every Sky channel known to man.

At any rate, as I was not awake myownself during said procedure, my surgeon was kind enough to take some souvenir photos. This is what he found:



That’s right. Not a damn thing. Turns out that instead a nasty reproductive disease, I instead have something that can be treated almost exclusively with Bran Flakes. I would like to blame my incredibly wet GP for not thinking of IBS before jumping to the conclusion that I had endometriosis (IBS is apparently CONSTANTLY misdiagnosed for endo. You’d think, that after cutting open enough women about my age, GP’s might be more inclined to make you eat more roughage for a month to see if that made any difference before wheeling you into the OR) but the truth is, after fertility problems, I was pleased at least to eliminate any obvious physical problems, despite the two week or so of recovery time.

Thanks to everyone for all the good wishes. If some final tweaking goes smoothly this evening, I hope to be able to permanently move into my new home on the web sometime tomorrow. Check back for an address to update blogrolls!