... fa la la la laaa la la la laaa. 'Tis the pills that keep us jolly, fa la la la laaa la la la laaa!
So, nearly Christmas, still awaiting some deliveries of gifts for wrapping, still trying to remember what I'm supposed to be doing, and - oh, joy of joys! - the MILFO is coming on Saturday! Hoorah!
I should explain that she was initially supposed to be going to my boyfriend's brother's on arrival, as he is having her for Christmas Day (I prefer a traditional turkey, myself); however, she booked her ticket for Saturday, having failed to confirm with him when he and his girlfriend (both hospital doctors) would be available. This turned out to be two days later, on the Monday, so my OH has been lumbered with her (not for the first time) for these days, because she refuses to accept that her sons have other commitments. But, season of goodwill ... even to her ... I must be nice ...
The OH went for his consultant follow-up the other day, and the upshot is that they're still not sure if the mass they removed was a desmoid tumour or general scarring, so they're going to give him a CT scan for more benign growths, and a blood test to see if he has the 'gene with a higher cancer risk', before they make a decision on whether to perform a permanent ileostomy, or just monitor him for a while longer. If he needs the op sooner rather than later, 2013 will be another year of operation and pain for my long-suffering OH.
No wonder, really, that I'm constantly a second away from tears - that is, when I'm not bawling my eyes out! My OH is worried that it's depression, but the GP won't put me back on my old anti-depressants, and I'm not sure it's a good idea to up the amitriptyline to the therapeutic dose for depression, as it makes me shattered enough now, on 20mg! Anyone got any thoughts on that?
Still, it is nearly Christmas, and I have my first set of days off since April, where I'm not using them to look after my OH, or accompany him to an appointment, so I might actually be able to relax!