Interesting day: how Jennie falling down the stairs became a good thing
So, I awoke this morning to hear Jennie crying in agony on the stairs from the attic room.
She'd been getting ready to go to work and had got some clothes from the attic drying racks. And slipped and fallen a few steps on the way down.
Normally, this sort of fall would merit a loud ow and possibly a minute or two to recover. Unfortunately, she has, for the last few weeks, had a cyst on one of her ovaries, that has been more than a little bit painful (for a definition of pain that us mere men simply cannot fathom, seriously, I don't know how she's been handling it).
The fall had caused the cyst to twist, turning the pain from very painful but livable to unbearable and causing her to scream in agony. An ambulance was called, she went to hospital. That was at about 1130.
They called in specialists, got a consultant to come in, and agreed operating today was both viable and necessary. Through a combination of keyhole surgery and more icky procedures, the cyst, which was walnut sized when diagnosed but had grown to bigger than tennis ball size by today, was cut up and removed.
Rather than waiting until February for the scheduled op, she's in hospital now sleepy quietly, and will be home either tomorrow or Tuesday. While she'll have the pain of a recovered operation, she'll be back on her feet by the end of the week and should be mostly recovered (but probably not well enough to return to work properly) by Christmas.
The pain will be over, and she can try to enjoy life a bit more. This is a Good Thing.
The Doctor did say that, given the rate of growth, they'd likely have had to bring the operation forward anyway, but it's done with now.
For those wondering why I've been mostly silent, with a side order of extreme crankiness in various online comment boxes, I've been more worried than a worried thing being worried (it was possible cancer at one point before formal diagnosis).
Tonight, I've had several glasses of whiskey, and am about to log off to play a bit of Plants Vs Zombies before trying to get some sleep.
Many thanks to all who've offered support &c, too much to take in today, but, y'know, she's going to be OK.
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She'd been getting ready to go to work and had got some clothes from the attic drying racks. And slipped and fallen a few steps on the way down.
Normally, this sort of fall would merit a loud ow and possibly a minute or two to recover. Unfortunately, she has, for the last few weeks, had a cyst on one of her ovaries, that has been more than a little bit painful (for a definition of pain that us mere men simply cannot fathom, seriously, I don't know how she's been handling it).
The fall had caused the cyst to twist, turning the pain from very painful but livable to unbearable and causing her to scream in agony. An ambulance was called, she went to hospital. That was at about 1130.
They called in specialists, got a consultant to come in, and agreed operating today was both viable and necessary. Through a combination of keyhole surgery and more icky procedures, the cyst, which was walnut sized when diagnosed but had grown to bigger than tennis ball size by today, was cut up and removed.
Rather than waiting until February for the scheduled op, she's in hospital now sleepy quietly, and will be home either tomorrow or Tuesday. While she'll have the pain of a recovered operation, she'll be back on her feet by the end of the week and should be mostly recovered (but probably not well enough to return to work properly) by Christmas.
The pain will be over, and she can try to enjoy life a bit more. This is a Good Thing.
The Doctor did say that, given the rate of growth, they'd likely have had to bring the operation forward anyway, but it's done with now.
For those wondering why I've been mostly silent, with a side order of extreme crankiness in various online comment boxes, I've been more worried than a worried thing being worried (it was possible cancer at one point before formal diagnosis).
Tonight, I've had several glasses of whiskey, and am about to log off to play a bit of Plants Vs Zombies before trying to get some sleep.
Many thanks to all who've offered support &c, too much to take in today, but, y'know, she's going to be OK.
comments on the original post on Dreamwidth. I'd prefer it if you comment there[1] if you are able to keep the discussion together. [1] If you are reading this, you very likely have an OpenID.