The weather is horrendous, I have a dog who will not go out to pee and a husband in a lot of discomfort through constipation.
Hubby actually slept pretty well, especially as he didn’t take any painkillers last night. One of the side effects of too many dihydrocodeine is hallucinations, so instead he just took paracetamol. Another side effect is constipation and as he isn’t eating any solids, well, you can imagine.
There has been a change though as the tightness in his chest had gone and he was able to drink normally this morning rather than sip. This was not expected this early so we phoned the doctor’s surgery. She called back within ten minutes, but there are no notes on his file yet so she could only suggest ringing the hospital.
Oh joy……….. not.
He eventually got through to someone who took his details and said someone would call him next week. He told her that he had just had surgery and was anxious something had gone wrong, to which the reply was to come to A&E. Pointing out that was over 80 miles away she said ‘Oh’, and said she’d make a note for him to have a call back next week. Emphasising what did he do in an emergency, she said go to A&E. End of call.
OK then, I shall take him to the hospital 42 miles away that knew he had a hernia. We’ve practically got our own personal parking space there anyway. What a bloody farce.
THANK YOU INTERNET
We looked the operation up on a different medical site and apparently this relaxation of tension can be expected after about 48 hours. The joint blood pressure dropped a bit then as it’s been 60. He is still very sore though and a visit to the loo has left him in a lot of pain everywhere and physically drained, so he’s lying down.
His INR is at midday today so he can rest up a bit before we have to face the elemental onslaught.
Despite the weather, we had a full bag of washing to do, but being in self isolation (other than INR tests) we cannot go to the launderette. It is therefore like old times with the heating on (temperatures have dipped to 16º C) and knickers, pants and socks hanging on radiators. The tee shirts and joggers can wait until a finer day.
Lunch today is another Complan for Hubby and a bacon and mushroom butty for me. The diet can wait.
Please kick MM and H into touch, headlines abound about their spending money on tours, her court case and now appearing on America’s Got Talent. Being bitchy, maybe she wanted some tips. My thoughts on her have done a complete about face and I kick myself for giving her the benefit of the doubt when the engagement was announced.