An update on the appendix situation

Thank you all for your lovely comments on yesterday’s post. After speaking to Jan last night, I was reassured that everything is looking good. He told me the surgery went well, and at the time I spoke to him he’d just started being able to feel his legs again as the general anaesthetic wore off. The downside, of course, was that he could also feel the pain from the surgery. He wasn’t allowed to eat yesterday, but today he was to be allowed soup and, if that went well, tomorrow he’ll be allowed solid foods. All going well, he will be allowed to take his original flight back with his colleagues. I’m hoping like mad that that’s the case – I don’t like to think of him on his own on a later flight having been so ill! With his colleagues around, some of whom I actually know, I feel like he’ll at least be in good hands.

little poo
little poo (Photo credit: roboppy)

On a (slightly) lighter note, after Jan informed me that he was going to have his appendix out, I googled appendicitis – as you do (or as I do anyway) – and found it that it’s caused by an infection or, more commonly, a blockage. The NHS websitte says “Some cases of appendicitis are thought to be caused by a small piece of faeces getting trapped in your appendix and causing a blockage. Bacteria in the appendix then start to multiply, causing it to fill up with pus and swell.” Other causes of the blockage include inflammatory bowel disease, such as Chron’s disease, and ulceritive colitis. Since Jan has neither of those, the most likely cause for him is probably the first one. So my boyfriend is in hospital because he got a bit of pooh in his appendix! At least a small source of amusement in amongst all the worry. (Yes, I find pooh funny… I may, in fact, be a five-year-old boy…)

I am writing this from work (but having finished working for the day, so I’m not doing anything naughty ;-)) and am about to go out for a meal with my colleagues. One less evening alone, and that much closer to having my boyfriend back home with me and I “have living, walking proof he’s all in one piece again” to quote The Pink Rachael, whose comment yesterday was absolutely spot on!

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Big fat pig

I must admit I’m totally fascinated by the things type into Google. Yesterday, for example, someone found my blog by asking the question “How do I make my crap smell worse?”. Why?? Surely pooh smells bad enough without people trying to make it worse! And what would a person hope to achieve with that anyway? It’s all very strange.

I’m sure my belly has expanded to double its usual size. I’ve just had a massive dinner. I made an Aldi potato bake thing, adding my own bacon bits, herbs and cheese. Usually Jan and I would have one between us, but as he’s not here I had to eat it all on my own. I’ve had to undo the button on my trousers cos I was feeling so uncomfortable. Basically I’m just a fat pig… or rather a pig who should be fat. Somehow I’ve managed to stay skinny up to now, which is amazing, but I shall have to start doing some exercise soon or I’ll blow up like a balloon.

Right, I have to go and do something about my room now. The mess is slowly starting to take over. It’s my crap housewife gene getting the better of me again!
Oh, and speaking of being housewifey… I’m looking for a recipe that involves coconut milk and fresh ginger Would anyone like to recommend one?