Just wanted to start of by thanking you all for the heartfelt supportive comments wishes and prayers you have posted in relation to my brother in law tonys transplant plight. The situation remains critical but he has hope for a positive outcome as so many family members have offered to be donors- how selfless is that?? I salute their bravery, compassion and kindness
Shortly after posting the story my resolve to be positive and start counting my blessings was sorely tested!!! It all began around 4pm on sunday up untill then I was having a lazy pj day; as I was a bit sore from travelling 70 miles from belfast to Derry to see my sis & tony. Suddenly I felt a bit nauseous and crampy, what started as discomfort quickly deteriorated and within a matter of hours I was throwing up continuously and rolling around my bed in agony.
Now im quiet a determine and some would say stubborn wee person and as i didnt want to have to sit in A&E for hours and hours only to be sent home with paracetamol and a diagnoses of something simple like trapped wind, I decide to tough it out at home.
Go me!!! I lasted 5 hours before collapsing in the bathroom and scaring the bejesus out of my kids. I was carted off to hospital in an ambulance where i endured a further 7 hour wait before being seen by a dr who diagnosed suspected appendicitus although she did tell me before securing me a bed on the surgical ward that i was a tad too old for appendicitus as it mainly flares up in late teens to mid 20's - talk about feeling auld at 42!!! My 26 yr old daughter who was with me told the doc that i deff fitted the profile nd it was bound to be appendicitus, as in my head im still a wee young thing in my teens - cheeky mare!!
Suffice to say it was indeed appendicitus and i was taken down to surgey on monday to have an op. Woke up miserable sore and fedup then I remembered my resolution to be positive and count ma blessings i came up with the following list;
1. Was given a bed in a private side ward which was spacious and even had its own ensuite bathroom so i was afforded privacy and spared the indignity of flashing my a**e in my beautiful navy blue (so not my colour) tied at the back gown and white surgical stockings.
2. I was unable to eat or drink from around 1pm on sunday till 1 pm tuesday so i mite have lost a wee pound or two
3. I had my first unbroken nights sleep in ages due to the power of the anisthetic which given my girth would probably have brought a hippo to its knees lol
4. When the surgens came to see me after the op one of them was a beautiful looking guy from indonesia he was such eye candy that it didnt matter that I hadnt a clue what he was saying due to his foreign accent his eyes and smile said it all
5. Regarding blessing 4 Im now blessed in knowing that the old female desire hormones are still alive and kicking and have not surrendered to the perimenapause.
6. I had my meals served to me - for a change
7. My kidz actually pulled together in a crisis - for a change
8. My lovely family and friends all rallied round visiting me in hospital bringing gifts. gossip, banter and craic
9. Im back home now still very bruised and tender have been put to bed and been excused from house work duties (yeah)
10. I survived and though battered sore and bruised still have ma sense of humour - just
Im still gonna count my blessings daily but im gonna ask the big man upstairs not to send me any more trials as unfortunetly im not a celebrity stuck in the jungle and i dont have the getout clause of saying i'm a celebrity get me outta here!!! So big guy if your listening I'd appreciate a wee break xx