Post 564: The five Christmas cakes are baked, yahoo!
I was tidying up the kitchen and lining the cake tin for the fifth and last cake when I happened to get a rib pain around and about my left nipple. I can’t really tell you what I did to make it so painful but it was very painful. I only had to move and it hurt and as usual with rib pain that I’ve found anyway, it’s hard to pin-point the location of the rib; it seems somewhat transient, hard to pin-down exactly.
Anyway that didn’t help my Monday afternoon tidy-up nor my own comfort for the rest of the day or maybe even tomorrow too. Bugger, damn, crap.
My Darling was at the her GP practice attending an asthma clinic but she said she be getting the all clear hopefully as her lungs have been pretty good of late. There was a time when she was getting asthma check-ups regularly and was on the verge of COPD, due to her DNA and smoking, but years after giving up the bad habit, she slowly became healthier till now where she rarely uses the blue inhaler nor, I think, the brown one. I’m not an expert on these medicines but it goes something like that.
She arrived back from the clinic with a happy face and check what I’d done to keep things with the cakes ticking along; and she says “it was good”.
Relived from my kitchen duties I went back to the lounge with the blue sofa and my comfortable chair to nurse my wounds. I had the rib pain obviously but also now a nerve pain at the top of the right leg that shoots downwards like the common sciatica, I don’t know. 
This caused me pain all the evening and as uncomfortable as it was it was only occasional pain so it wasn’t too bad.
In the late afternoon and late when my darling was away at the doctors surgery I had a call on both my mobile and landline and finally again on the mobile again. I was just too slow to respond to the vibrations on my watch and trying to find the mobile in the kitchen where the clean up was happening, and the land line was softly ringing in the lounge and the “Guardian” we keep on it to stop the junk-calls and I was to late again so I rang back and left a voice-message to ring me again.
Immediately after clicking off the land line the mobile started vibrating again and it was the administration team for the local scanners book me in for a “CT Thorax abdomen pelvis with contrast” on Friday the 20th of this month.
It’s a bit of a mouthful isn’t it but it’s a necessary precaution to make sure there’s no pesky cancer anywhere but my bones so that I can have the Radium 223 treatment.
At least I have proof there’s something going on now.
My unborn grandson will be born around then but I’m not on call for anything to do with him so I’m not worried it’ll spoil the plans.
Wow. It’s so near now, the baby is coming.
I remember my Darling getting high blood pressure a week before our first baba was born. She ended up in the hospital a couple of days before to keep an eye on the mum to be. In the end the tortuous 26 plus hours of labour ended with the waters being broken by the midwife and then we had to wait another 4 hours ending with a scurry for the special scissors to cut the umbilical cord that was wrapped around the banana neck. After the cutting of the cord he shot out quite literally, and the midwife caught her first baba. It was a stunning moment the ended the torture for my Darling. She was so tired. I did the first bottle and poo and everything. Because the baba didn’t latch on (not that my Daring wanted to breast feed anyway) it allowed a bath to be run for a little rest and comfort after such a struggle.
It all went plane sailing after that stubborn start to live and the next day we drove home proudly from the hospital with a growing anxiety about being parents all of a sudden.
January ‘93 we were a family at last, what a day what an amazing start and the rest is history.
Oh the memories are flooding back as our son and his fiancés lives are about to change and they will be a family too.
How exciting it is, but full of dread too.
Love you all xx
Take care
PS
I replied to Excavator on yesterdays blog, it applies to all you other friends that either left messages or are thinking of me kindly.
Thank you every one xx
“I did have a great chat over the issues regarding the slow down and my frustration with my counsellor. We came to a resolution much as everyone has replied with, live with your increasing inabilities of which most are natural, and love the help you can ask for while I rest.
Thank you for your reply excavator “
