Our little Lion cub had a stunning appointment here at the RVI this morning. As we expected, his consultant, Mr A, is absolutely delighted with Leo’s weight gain, percentiles, development and general awesomeness. There are no residual concerns and the only reason a follow-up appointment has been made in six months’ time is because it’s the first time Mr A has seen him fully-fit. I am filling up as I type those marvellous words, an answer to many desperate prayers and more than I dared to dream even four months ago. Continue reading “The Lion, the Itch and the Wardrobe”
What a day. Be still, my beating heart. Actually, sod it, keep on racing. If I can’t enjoy days like Thursday, I might as well give up.
Bring Me Sunshine ☀️
My kids. My world. Here. With me. Cuddles. Smiles. Bursting. 😍😘👨👩👧👦💁🏼👶🏼🦁🎉💜💛🌟🌟 Continue reading “Laces Out”
As part of the post-surgery anti-clotting campaign, I’m advised to wear compression stockings for 42 weeks (only 41 to go…). As if that simple sweat-inducing fashion statement wasn’t enough, Mr H also insisted that I be plugged into the Stormtrooper Matrix for at least 24 hours after surgery (see above). The self-inflating cuffs are called Flowtrons; I can’t be the only one imagining a Transformers-esque spin-off story? Continue reading “Blankety Blanks (Part Two) – The Prequel and The Sequel”
- I didn’t think a Five Guys burger could taste any better than usual, but, in helping to feed the Steroid Baby, my amazing husband absolutely nailed it.
- The junior doctor, who drew on my face in a rather high-tech way to confirm which side of my brain was to be mined, was perfectly lovely but a bit tentative in using his biro to mark the spot. Mr H swept in moments later and used rather more of a flourish to mark “X” on my ear quickly with a thick felt-tip pen. Counter-intuitively, does this mean that the higher-up a doctor goes, the thicker the crayon?
- For more than 20 years, I’ve remembered the name of the 21st President because of the puzzle “what’s 21 out of 42?” featured in Die Hard With A Vengeance. I found out late last night that the Chester A. Arthur Elementary School, the source of my knowledge, doesn’t actually exist. How can one recover from that kind of jolt?
- I haven’t yet shared my theory with Mr H, but I’m blaming my weekend troubles on the tightening polls. Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc, after all. One has to cling on to any hope one can find so I’m trying to find inspiration in Julia Sand in case the worst happens.
- I found time on Sunday to help one of the lovely ITU/HDU nurses with a bit of wedding planning. She’s getting married in a small ceremony on my brother’s birthday next year (of course). Then, a couple of weeks later, they’re having their big bash at the Summerhill Bowling Club, which I’d never heard of until we were invited to a rather splendid family wedding there in July.
- The legislation creating the United States Secret Service was on Abraham Lincoln’s desk the night he was assassinated. Why didn’t Alanis refer to that?
[A few post-scripts to this post.
First, I’ve just had an EEG (22 electrodes pasted to my head for about 20 minutes; no pain; no discomfort; and, I discussed Hannibal with the lovely EEG lady). My hair, which I wouldn’t have been allowed to wash until yesterday anyway, still hasn’t been washed and is not looking tip-top to say the least after the pasting. Continue reading “Blankety Blanks (Part One) – The Great Escape”
You might be relieved that I don’t have the energy for a proper “War and Peace” blog post but, between sleeps and seizures here on Ward 16, I have had time to achieve 100% on this important quiz. As if there would ever be any doubt that a brain tumour, brain surgery and/or super sleepiness would take anything away from my beloved OCD. Continue reading “Still Got It”
Rach is continuing to feel progressively better and has now been transferred to a Neuro Ward pending further tests to ascertain what’s causing the continuing seizures.
The seizures, whilst disturbing and uncomfortable, are not causing any pain, Continue reading “Smelling Lightning”