16 down, 4 to go.! The 3rd week kicked off really well, I had the start of the sore throat last Friday, but today it is like chewing razor blades and trying to swallow golf balls. I can cope with pain reasonably well, and now that I am over the mask phobia, I was feeling quite pleased with myself, especially when my nurse expected to see a nervous quivering wreck at my clinic review (Monday). She was surprised at how well I had coped, as she had obviously not really looked forward to coming to the meeting at all, in case she found that I had fallen to pieces altogether!!
So being in quite high spirits I thought I would do a bit of cleaning up around the garden during the week, only to find myself stretching to lift a sand bag which caused a tearing sensation in my lower abdomen. - Back to the Doc's - and he confirmed a hernia (right inguinal). Great !! that now needs an operation to repair it, that is before I get my heart thing seen to. So I think (and hope) that is the three of them. It's going to be a quite interesting 2017.
It is relaxing lying on the treatment table now, as it allows the bit of bowel. or whatever it is poking through, a chance to get itself back into place!! Certainly takes the mind off the mask! Oh!, as a final note, I was banned from taking Pink floyd's Dark Side of the Moon album, into the treatment room, because during the first track, the music goes quiet, then alarm clocks, bells etc start to fire off. The radiographers panicked thinking the machine had gone into alarm, until a technician of a similar age to me, realised what was happening. So back to the Moody Blues ho hum!
