Out foul spot

At the moment, on balance, I think I’d rather have my tonsils, please. But no. It can’t be undone. That’s my mantra for when things get bad – it’s not what happened it’s what’s gonna happen.

All plans for a good night’s sleep last night went out the window with a thunderstorm which woke me at 1.30. Then when the rain came like Niagara Falls, at 4.30 I leapt out of bed to close the car windows. Stumbling over Lexie who was asleep in the hall and had thoughtfully rucked up the carpet. Then back to bed for 30 mins before up for breakfast, shower and the final blood pressure tablet.

Blood pressure: The high end of the normal range for a bloke my age is 140/90. When I first had mine tested in the hospital it was 214/133 – the nurse went white when she took the reading and made me lie down. Today it’s bumbling along at 123/88 which is acceptable. By the way low blood pressure would be anything under 90/60.
http://www.bloodpressureuk.org/BloodPressureandyou/Thebasics/Bloodpressurechart?gclid=CO_7nc-WyrgCFRMctAodVjMAWg

We got to the hospital at 6.35 and they moved us to the waiting area at 8. But it was nearly 2pm before I went down to pre-op and Row went home. It was 3pm when I went for the anaesthetic – boy did it hurt when the nurse put the needle in my left hand. It hit a nerve down to my middle finger – so they did it to my right hand instead. Much nicer. Quickly asleep.

Woke at 4pm groaning, groggy, grumpy. By 5pm I was fit to go up to the ward on 11^th floor where there were three other patients – two having had stuff done and one waiting for stuff. The other two got to go home that evening but I had to stay in. Had liquid painkiller at 6pm then some food – chicken a lá king and apple juice and yoghurt. Row came until 8pm. More painkiller at 10pm and managed to doze for a few hours. But can’t breathe out through my nose. After midnight, hardly any sleep. Blood pressure at 2am, more painkiller then and at 6.

Breakfast at 8 – weetabix. Doctors came to visit at 8.30. The nice Dr. Haloob, and the original Mr Tsoukadis. They said results would be two weeks today. Rang Row to come and get me, and my mum for an update. Chased up for my medication and sick note which arrived at 10am and Row arrived soon after. So I hot-tailed it out in my Arthur Dent dressing gown into the 23*C sunshine and we went home.

Next up – it’s The Results Show.

Oh, by the way, I looked in the mirror at my throat - eeeeuuuuwwww - ow!