A few weeks ago I had two “growths” removed, one from my face under my right eye and one on my chest. I had had them for a little bit and noticed that the one on my face was getting bigger. It was not bit at all, and most people did not notice it, but I did and that was all that mattered. The one on my chest was a funny brown colour and not like a regular mole. One of the GP’s at my surgery (not my regular GP) does minor surgery so I booked an appointment with him and off they came, but I have a lump on the right side of my face about 2/3cm from my right eye that he could not do as it was not a surface lump like the other two, but deep into the skin. The GP told me he would get me an appointment to see a specialist. Just over a week later I was booked into the private hospital to see a consultant in Maxillofacial surgery.
The hospital is only a 10-minute drive (very convenient) and is in the middle of several farmsteads, surrounded by trees turning gold in the autumn sun, and many many pear trees shedding their fruit. The hospital itself is state of the art and appointments always run on time which is a nice change from the overrun NHS hospitals. After being booked in and completing registration paperwork I saw Mr B. He examined the lump quite extensively and quickly diagnosed it as skin cancer, namely basal lymphoma/b-cell lymphoma. He assured me that it was nothing to worry about and he would perform surgery and remove it and I would be left with a few stitches where it was cut out, but as he is also a plastic surgeon the scaring would be minimal. The only thing that I was disappointed about was the scaring, as I do love a good facial scar, also I am a sun whore, but I guess factor 30 or 50 from now on.
I have had many operations in my life and have had 16 (over 8 years) just to rebuild my face including plastic surgery after having it smashed in when I was 17. Yes I picked to look this way ha ha.
I am just awaiting my appointment to go in to have the surgery now, which should be just over a week away.
I keep meaning to do a post, and then something comes up, and later I realise that I didn’t do my post, and think I will do it now, but manage somehow to get myself sidetracked and BOOM! Forgot to post again. I do not know what is going on with me. So, forgive me for my tardiness!
Since last we “spoke” as it were, I finally got rid of my large tank in the lounge. Part of me was glad to get rid of it, and part of me was sad to see it go. The fish love their new smaller home and my Cameroon shrimp seems happy too. Although it was a great tank it took up quite a lot of room, being so massive. We have a unit that we moved into one of the halls when we got the tank, so that is now back in the lounge. My thoughts for getting rid of the tank was to move the smaller tank onto the said unit and get another small tank and finally do a nano reef tank. However, the cost of doing a reef tank is high. I have found a nano tank I like which is £150, but then I need a skimmer and a heater so that’s another £90. Add sand, live rock and all the other bits I need to get it started and I am close to £500 without even adding fish or coral. So, before I take the plunge I have downloaded and printed a book on the subject and intend to read it in full before I decided on what to do. Having spoken to a few people the jury really is out. Some say it is easier than tropical, some say get a large tank as a nano can have problems being small, and others rave on about nano tanks, so there is no real help chatting to others LOL.
I bought an external 12-litre canister filter for my other large tank which works like a treat, but today I added on an extra 2-litre filter canister to that. In essence, water is drawn out of the tank to the small sub canister then passed into the large canister and finally put back into the other end of the tank. I did manage to make a bit of a watery mess as I had not fastened one of the inlet pipes properly oops! I had lost a few fish over the last few weeks, so thought the canister filter would help sort the water quality out. It has UV inside so sterilises the water as it filters. The lighting I have on the tank also decided to die, only 6 weeks after it being exchanged after the first one died after 4 months. Thankfully the aquatic centre where I get most of my equipment and livestock were very understanding and spoke to Fluval who admitted there was a problem that they have now sorted out and to exchange it for me.
It was Harpers 5th Birthday on Sunday. As always we took them to McDonald’s for hamburgers, then to the pet store so Harper could pick a toy, which this year was a rather large monkey, and two packs of balls. Needless to say, they both had a great time.
Thought about it, even mentally made a pattern for a hat for winter, but that was it, but it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?
I was reading The Massacre of Mankind which is a sequel to War of the Worlds and in the end, I gave up as it was so slow and the author was trying to write in the style of H. G. Wells but failed page after page. As most of my readers will know I love classical literature, so have no problem with ancient writing and old English, but this bad, if he had written it in current English it would have been a good read.
I went to a joint Christening and Communion party a few weeks ago, got very drunk and had a ball.
Last week we went to Delamere Forest again, which for some reason driving there we managed to take all the wrong turns. I came off the motorway/highway onto the expressway in order to go over the Mersey Gateway Bridge, which when you get to the end of the expressway is straight over the roundabout, however, when you follow this, you end up in an industrial estate and nowhere near the bridge. It would seem the directions for the bridge do not exist, and when you get to the end of said expressway you turn left and ignore the signs. But as I managed to turn the wrong was we ended up back on the motorway heading in the direction of home. Time though was on our hands. My satnav said we would get there at 11:15 when we left home and although I managed to go on a long diversion of 20 minutes we got there at 11:22 thus proving that time travel can be achieved.
The degree is now on hold. I was so undecided about doing it that I thought it best to put the thought to one side until I was 100% committed to doing it.
After returning from Ireland I had tests and a cardiac assessment done. My blood results came back reporting a lack of vitamin D, which is about right living so far north and the general lack of sun. But I also did not have enough of the good cholesterol either, but this could be due to coeliacs disease. The doctors’ office suggestion was to take vitamin D tablets and eat more oily fish etc. Luckily I found a company that sells vitamins on Amazon and they do a vitamin D that is 4000iu, and when you buy a product they thank you by letting you pick another one for free. I decided on Hemp oil tablets as they are for omega 3 and 6, so that’s the bloods sorted.
The scarecrow festival came and went, and I managed to take exactly zero photos of it. I mean, what is the point of having a great camera, living in the country, and having festivals if I do not record it? Answers on a postcard, please!
We bought new garden furniture, namely a table, chairs and a parasol, just in time for the monsoon season to hit us. Yes, my luck/timing really is in at the moment.
I have managed to have a few barbeques lately, between showers that is.
I finally took the leap into meditation after dipping my toes off and on into it over the last few weeks. I have joined Headspace for a year, and am finding it quite good and just have to add it into my daily routine.
In other news, I had a puncture in one of the rear tyres on the car.
Yesterday I had to go for a gastroscopy, which I have had before, along with a colonoscopy. I remember the gastroscopy being really unpleasant, however, a lot has happened to my body since the last one. I have had my face rebuilt many times since I had it smashed in when I was 17, so medical procedures really are a walk in the park after that much plastic surgery, however, today was what I can only describe as frigging horrific.
It is an odd thing of mine, but I do not believe in medication etc., now let me explain as I know some medication you cannot avoid. Every operation I have ever had, I have refused painkillers. When I have had my plastic surgery or had my face rebuilt, which included nuts, bolts and inserts I have come out of the operation and when back in my room and the doctors or nurses come over and ask if I want pain relief I have always said no, not that I am a sadist, I just do not believe in me taking them, and I have the mindset of mind over matter, so I don’t take them. I have tablets for my irregular heartbeat and don’t take them unless I really really need to and as soon as it regulates then stop them.
I went in at 8:30am and had all my records checked and then my obs were done. At 9am I was taken in, and they sprayed a so-called numbing solution to the back of my throat, told to lie on my side then the camera equipment was shoved in. Now, the thing I have a problem with is that in 2005 I had an operation that removed my tonsils, adenoids and my uvula, my throat was lasered too, but the downside was that the throat opening is small now, smaller than average and even my GP thinks it is far too small. However, the surgeon decided that the opening was enough for him to do his work. From the moment it went it I gagged, wretched, and needless to say, vomited bile and acid for the whole time until it was out again. One of the nurses kept telling me to keep breathing out and not to hold my breath, which I can assure you I was not doing, vomiting and wretching were overtaking my body and I had no control over that. Part way through I discovered if I press my tongue on the equipment and pushed it to the left then I stopped the vomiting and could breathe in and out as instructed, but the moment I managed to get myself composed he moved or pulled/pushed it and all was lost and the spasms, wretching and vomiting started all over again.
It seemed like it took forever, and when I did manage to control my body I could see the feed the cameras sent to the monitor of my insides. He did remove some polyps, and apart from an angry looking inside I had no idea what I was looking at, or if it was the oesophagus, stomach or duodenum.
When it was all over I was relieved and asked if it was better or worse than last time, which I admitted it was better as I controlled it a few times. But what I did not realise until I sat up, I could feel my eyes swelling, and on leaving the little theatre I went to the bathroom and to my horror could see my whole face had swelled up, my eyes were bloodshot, and my face was blotchy all over from the force and violence of the wretching etc. Today the marks are still there and I presume that I have burst blood vessels.
The surgeon told me that I have Barratt’s oesophagus, gastritis, and my hiatus hernia has got worse, and he could see the medication I had for it was not working and has sent details of what 2 different tablets I have to take to my GP along with gaviscon too. Turns out the amount of acid my stomach is making is causing gastritis among other things.
So, my lifelong refusal of taking tablets looks like it is about to come to an end as I have to get this condition sorted or I could end with severe problems. My stomach herniates quite a lot so the medication will stop that from being severe, so I guess that may be worth me taking them
M said that next time I should have sedation and even though the procedure is still very fresh and raw in my head (and my throat) I said I would still do it without just to get it over and done with, and not have to stay in the hospital for more time that I need.
When I left after a cup of water and a cup of tea, that they insist you drink I went to the machine to pay for the carpark and my ticket was not working, so had then to find an attendant. Eventually, I found a man called John, and after a chat, he gave me a pass to get out of the carpark for free, so that finally made me smile.
When I was little, I was diagnosed with having eczema. Over the years, it has come and gone but mostly stayed about causing me bother with my hands, which is where it tends to be. Today, however, I went to the GP and she informed me that due to the fact that it is on the palms of my hands it is not eczema and is, in fact, psoriasis.
My first thought was “what a waste of treatment over the years”. The amount of time, effort and money I have put into treating my hands, which by most accounts have not really reacted to the treatment, but instead split even further.
I know it is not life threatening, but having constant split, bleeding cut hands that never seem to heal has been a bit of a blight. I have not been able to enjoy some of my pastimes due to it, and general things like washing the car, doing the gardening, general cleaning have all been marred because I was wrongly diagnosed.
I am happy that finally something may work, but, just in case I am keeping an open mind until I see an improvement of the whole thing.
So I went to the hospital to see the physiotherapist and whilst there I told her that I had been suffering for about 8 months. She asked if my GP had sent me for an x-ray, which she hadn’t. The physio decided that I needed an x-ray, but rather than send me next door to the radiology department, she decided that I had to get my GP to refer me (again) to the hospital and then get the x-ray. She said that it would be faster, however, after speaking to my surgery, they said about 6 weeks. I have fractures that have been bothering me since Feb/March, and still have to wait. The NHS is totally up the wall, and it would seem that no one knows what they are doing.
Australian Traveller that loves to "Roam" our globe, creator of ENDLESSROAMING.COM sharing the experience through word and photography. Currently residing in my home of Newtown Sydney but hope to be back on the road late 2020. Feedback / questions are more than welcome, happy travels