Sometimes those annoying real-life issues get in the way. Your humble blogonaut had to let a few things slide, in order to deal with stuff that came up: this blog was obviously one of those things, as Captain Obvious would tell you.
It could have been a lot worse. Nearly lost Herself, I did. That would have been pretty careless, not to mention one helluva job explaining to the pets.
We have been fortunate in a number of things, first of which is having a bloody good doctor. The nature of the Big Problem was enough like other, (relatively) minor problems. When Herself reported high levels of pain but didn’t present any Really Helpful Symptoms (you know, blood, lumps, falling down and the like), previous doctors had either written it off as malingering, or gone for a diagnosis that didn’t quite fit, but was congruent with that particular doc’s knowledge base.
Note to BigPharmaCo: If you can design a pill that incites curiosity in, and enhances the listening skills of, jaded GPs, I could possibly point you to a potential market.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, the GP referred us to a good surgeon, who went in and did what surgeons do, pausing only to become goggle-eyed at the sheer amount of collateral trouble The Problem was causing. Things were bad, and a few months’ delay may have made a terminal (or very debilitating) difference.
Rule Of Thumb: When doctors or mechanics go “Hmmm”, then Interesting Times are at hand.
There was to-ing and fro-ing, and more than once I reflected on our good luck in living within a couple of minutes’ drive of the hospital. There were moments to pause and reflect on some of life’s deep mysteries, like why it is that all the cars parked in that arsehole-ish “straddle two spaces” manner were silver Holden Commodores, (three in one day!) and how the hospital’s daisy-chain of command managed to ensure that the only staffer with the particular authority or competency for $WhateverWasNeeded, had just gone home on the previous shift.
Even that damn CPAP machine of Hers got into the act: as soon as the hospital’s electrical tech had okayed it for onsite use, it refused to restart. More running about, and I got a loaner machine from the place where sick CPAPs go.
Eventually, Herself was allowed home. She’s on the mend, but it’s going to be slow.
At least I have a lot of things to do with my spare time…
Damn, that was a close one, though.
And a Very Big Thanks to all Herself’s friends and playmates who visited or sent stuff to comfort and amuse the poor girl.
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