{"id":18458,"date":"2024-06-25T20:42:14","date_gmt":"2024-06-25T20:42:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=18458"},"modified":"2024-06-25T20:45:41","modified_gmt":"2024-06-25T20:45:41","slug":"tuesday-25th-june-2024-so-its-official","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=18458","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday 25th June 2024 – SO IT’S OFFICIAL."},"content":{"rendered":"

The anaesthetist “wants to see me” and has set aside 16:45 on Wednesday 3rd July for the purpose. <\/p>\n

And then the operation will take place on 16th July. I shall be there overnight because given my opinions of hospital, operations, blood and gore as regular readers of this rubbish will recall, I have elected for the “General anaesthetic” rather than the local anaesthetic. <\/p>\n

There’s no way in this World that I’ll be lying there watching a local anaesthetic slowly wear off and catching sight of what is going on. <\/p>\n

Regular readers of this rubbish will recall my adventures in Castle Anthrax a few years ago where they turned up unannounced in my room, whisked me and my bed off to the cellar clamped a gas mask over my face, said “smell this” and the next thing that I knew, it was four hours later and I’d had a surgical operation.<\/p>\n

Even today, I still don’t know what they did, and that suits me fine. If all operations went like that, I’d have more of them. But this modern 21st-Century society where I have to be informed of each step and each procedure in graphic detail and formally agree to them.
\n"But it’s your right!"<\/em><\/strong> they wail.
\nBut what about MY<\/strong> right not to want to know? No-one cares about my rights.<\/p>\n

As long as the operation is in the morning. TNS are playing in the Champions’ League that evening. That time in Castle Anthrax I missed Newtown v Caernarfon<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, abandoning another good rant for the moment, last night was again horribly late by the time that I went to bed. I just don’t seem to be able to make the time go any slower<\/p>\n

Yes, when we were kids, our six weeks of summer holiday used to last for ever. Now six weeks goes in the blinking of an eye.<\/p>\n

And once in bed, I didn’t need much rocking yet again. It’s lovely and warm and comfortable in there, just me and STRAWBERRY MOOSE<\/a> tucked up tight.<\/p>\n

Not so comfortable that I didn’t awaken before the alarm went off. When I awoke at about 06:00 I made some kind of comment and I’m certain that I had some kind of reply from someone sleeping in the next bed about life in the RAF. Of course, then then kind of thing evaporated and I realised that it really was 06:30 and I really was awake in my own bed with my own things <\/p>\n

And that was weird too. It really did sound as if there was someone else in the room. And it wasn’t His Nibs either. If only he could talk, he would have a few tales that he could tell that would be worth a good few bob to anyone who might be interested. <\/p>\n

He could tell me a few tales too of when he’s been let loose on his own in the company of ladies of the opposite sex.<\/p>\n

But returning to the dream, I’ve no idea what was happening there.<\/p>\n

I also have a vague impression of walking through Shavington en route<\/em> for somewhere else, just using one crutch and feeling quite confident about it too<\/p>\n

If only I could walk with one crutch. I used to be able to do that up until about 9 months ago but how my mobility has reduced over that period of time. There are times when I’m hard-pushed to walk with two these days.<\/p>\n

Just to prove that I can do it when I really try, I pushed myself out of bed before the alarm went off. Only by five minutes, it has to be said, but five minutes is five minutes and they all count.<\/p>\n

After a good wash and scrub up I loitered around for a while transcribing the dictaphone (such as they were) until the nurse came round. <\/p>\n

When he arrived I told him about the prescription to which he readily agreed, and then he cleared off without writing one out. I hope that he does it back at the office and drops it off in the morning.<\/p>\n

Once he’d finally gone I made breakfast – porridge and toast with orange juice and strong coffee. And believe me, I needed it.<\/p>\n

There wasn’t much time to revise or review my Welsh before the lesson started, and having missed a week, Bane of Britain revised the wrong module. But it makes no difference because I’m rubbish whether I revise or not. <\/p>\n

And having given the matter serious thought, as well as studying next year as normal, I’m definitely going to retake this year in an evening class with another provider because I’ve missed so much of it with hospital and all of that, and I don’t want to embarrass Coleg Cambria by doing it with them.<\/p>\n

The difficulty is finding a provider who offers “North Welsh”. <\/p>\n

For the southern dialect there are more courses than you can shake a stick at. It’s not too much of a problem because my grandmother came from down south even though she lived most of her life up in the north-east so I’m used to hearing both dialects. But I’m definitely a “North-id”. Bangor University is affiliated to the “LearnWelsh” programme so they might have something. <\/p>\n

After the end of the lesson, when we all went our separate ways for the summer holidays, I changed the habits of a lifetime and had a sandwich seeing as I won’t be having my mid-afternoon snack. <\/p>\n

And then I made myself ready for my trip to Avranches.<\/p>\n

The trip down there was the first time that I’d felt tired? but I soon livened up when I couldn’t get out of my chair and everyone in the building had to rally round and help. Fancy a hospital waiting room with no arms on their chairs!<\/p>\n

Anyway, the surgeon played ball, which was nice. He understood my fears, mumbled his way through what he was supposed to say, didn’t say anything else and asked if I agreed with what he’d just said.<\/p>\n

How could I do anything else?<\/p>\n

Next step will be the anaesthetist. He wants to “see me” – I suppose, in the same way that the executioner looks over the condemned man. I’m already feeling rather uncomfortable and we haven’t started yet. <\/p>\n

We had a full car going home – it seems as if we went to every medical establishment in Avranches on some sort of Cook’s Tour to pick up everyone heading to this neck of the woods.<\/p>\n

Back here I was first out, and my faithful cleaner helped me up the steps, standing behind me lifting up my foot with hers. <\/p>\n

This can’t go on much longer. I don’t have the force to keep on dragging myself up the handrail, and neither does she, I suspect. I can only see an unpleasant future of doom and gloom if this carries on. And if I have dialysis, I’ll be doing it three times per week at least.<\/p>\n

Once I was home I sat down – and crashed out. I was dead to the World.<\/p>\n

Only 20 minutes late starting tea. At least it was taco roll with rice so it didn’t need much preparation. <\/p>\n

As for me, neither do I. I’ll be in bed before you know it and there I intend to stay until my name changes to Rip van Epic. I am totally wasted after this afternoon – and I have to do it tomorrow too. That’s when I go to see Emilie the cute consultant’s sidekick.<\/p>\n

But as I said, I’m off to bed to reflect on the events of the day and mull over the words of the surgeon – at least, the words that I understood.
\n"I’ve listened to you for fifteen minutes"<\/em><\/strong> I told him "but I’m still none-the-wiser"<\/em><\/strong>
\n"Maybe not"<\/em><\/strong> he replied "but you’re certainly better-informed."<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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