Two moments

I've been meaning to write this post since I came home 8 days ago: two notable things from the recent "event"...

1) " calcified foreign body... within (Sean the) stent"

While it seems the blockage is indeed the tumour waking up, the crisis was actually precipitated by what we now think to have been a paracetamol pill!!!

Somehow (and neither the radiologist nor surgeon know how) a bog-standard paracetamol got all the way around my innards and lodged in my stent!  But in the long run this was a good thing (although I'd have argued otherwise at the time!!!!), because it alerted all of us to the problem, precipitating the whole dialogue about surgery.  Without it, the probability of spotting a blockage was innimment was low and therefore the chance of delay was high...  

But how did it get so far?   I have my theories, based on how my insides were working at the time, but the bottom line from now on is  "dispersible only" - definitely not the cheap and cheerful supermarket "bomb" like tablets!!!

 2) The 7up! Angel

 About 3 o'clock in the morning of my last night in hospital I "suffered" a massive craving... For an ice cold fizzy drink of all things!!  By chance a nurse was passing on her rounds, and I caught her...  "Is there any chance... At this hour... Your busy... But..."

 And the most remarkable thing happened... She found a can of 7up! !! The closest to nectar I've ever enjoyed!  At 3am!  Where it was from I will never know, but she was a true angel...