What's it all about?

It's been 4 and a bit months since I put anything on here, will it have been worth the wait I doubt that very much.

Since my last post I finally got an appointment to have a nerve biopsy done only to have it cancelled at the last moment. This was so disappointing, I had a week to psyche myself up for it only to be told the day before it had been cancelled. After a fortnight of dispare and deepening depression I got a phone call from the hospital to say I had a new time and day for said biopsy to be carried out. Again a week to wait for the date to come around and yesterday was the day. I arrived at the Western General yesterday morning at 07.45 and booked in. At 08.20 I was being wheeled downstairs to the theatre, prior to this though I was supposed to have blood taken for even more blood tests. Couldn't have them taken because my consultant has such lousy handwriting thast no one could decipher what was written on the test envelope.

Down in theatre was met by a great bunch of people who made me feel very calm. The surgeon explained to me exactly what was going to happen and the aftermath of the proceedure including the fact that once the piece of nerve was removed it would never grow back. I might end up with part of my foot going completely numb or it may increase the burning I already feel there - wait and see .

I was given a local aneasthetic to numb my leg around my ankle and wheeled into the theatre proper. Because of the shape of the room, round with domed ceiling filled with large lights I was able to watch on the glass fronts of these overhead lights, which weren't used, the surgeon only used a small light similar to the ones you see in dentists.

The entire procedure took about half an hour maybe a little more but not much more I could see the lot from the first slice of the scalpel and my skin split open to the last stitch.

When she reached the nerve she accidentally touched it I felt an electric shock shoot down into my foot which nearly made me jump. She told me she would count down from 3 to give me warning that she was about to cut through the nerv and kill it forever. I never got to crack the joke about will it be cut on 1 or 1 and then cut she reached 1 and cut out the nerve the electric shock which came with it made my toes curl it only lasted a split second but it's a long time since I received a shock like that I have received a few 240v shocks in my life and each is painful.

I could have been heading for home by 10.20 if my own consultant had taken more care with her handwriting skills. It took until 11.45 to track her down and get her to rewrite the blood test form. Sharon, Dale and Korey came to meet me and give me a lift home.

I now have two day lying in bed taking it easy and then another seven or eight off work until my stitches come out on Friday next week.


Enough rambling I no longer know why I write this blog - no one ever reads it except myself. Perhaps it just makes me feel better to put some of my thoughts into words on a page.