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suzyscottdotcom) wrote2009-02-06 04:12 pm
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I Met The Gynaecologist Today… And Survived To Tell The Tale!
Despite swirling snow and ice making the A505 and A10 in North Herts down to a 10mph crawl, 20mph to just past Melbourn, and then we got going into about 30mph. We were okay for time, aside from whirling round the car park… so, we left, walked out in the snow, before the Addenbrooke’s Patient Courtesy Bus (an eight seater LDV Maxus, as you can probably tell by the link) driver stopped and offered a lift (yes, that’s how empty it was, even with an eight seater!) The Rosie is not one of the stops on route, but they can drop off on request (and according to the driver, they can be called on request for the return journey by hospital staff).
So, that was an additional bonus, saving us walking from the car park in the snow! Apparently, plenty of time was available – the consultant who was running the clinic was a Mr Hackett, with the registrar on duty a Dr Jackson. (For those of you thinking of Father Ted or Stargate, I should point out neither were anything like their namesake – Dr Emma Jackson, not Daniel, for a start).
Anyway, rabbiting on here. Dr Jackson had a look, and a couple of things to point out. It’s a sub-urethral cyst, partly firm but partly filed with fluid. It’s about the size of a golf ball, so (with some force) she could get her fingers past it. (A dilator, however, wouldn’t stand a chance – too rigid). Firstly, an MRI is needed, and on a semi-urgent basis, I’m probably going to have to go back in about four weeks. Then, it will depend on what that found. If it’s a vaginal based one, it will be a day surgery case to remove it. If it’s in the urethra, it’s less straightforward. So, to get the first available slots in both cases mean that I have to return to Saffron Walden Hospital – about 12 miles south of Cambridge, but about the same mileage from Royston as it would be to Addenbrooke’s.
(There is an irony in all of this. Caroline’s got an MRI for next week…)
… Anyway, we returned via the car park and Domino’s for lunch, before picking up my meds from the Chemist, and getting home shortly after 1300 – four hour round trip. We had lunch, Caroline then had a nap, and I’ve had a rest on the bed, before working out a composite of all our commitments over the coming months.
On the way driving up, I mentioned to Caroline that I felt that it was a case of when they’d need to operate, not if, and this seems to be a fine explanation of the situation. It has the potential to cause more problems against my bladder if left untreated, but it shouldn’t be affecting the other side, but it’s a tight muscle. If I can get by for the next few weeks, it might be closer to the end of the tunnel. Exactly what caused this is not quite clear yet, but it’s a common enough thing to go wrong. Might (hopefully!) never occur again, after all of this.
I was suggesting to C on the road home like the kids badges that say “I saw the Dentist today” or something similar, should we get “I went to the gynae today, and survived”, just so we can get the rest of the day easy enough?
So, that was an additional bonus, saving us walking from the car park in the snow! Apparently, plenty of time was available – the consultant who was running the clinic was a Mr Hackett, with the registrar on duty a Dr Jackson. (For those of you thinking of Father Ted or Stargate, I should point out neither were anything like their namesake – Dr Emma Jackson, not Daniel, for a start).
Anyway, rabbiting on here. Dr Jackson had a look, and a couple of things to point out. It’s a sub-urethral cyst, partly firm but partly filed with fluid. It’s about the size of a golf ball, so (with some force) she could get her fingers past it. (A dilator, however, wouldn’t stand a chance – too rigid). Firstly, an MRI is needed, and on a semi-urgent basis, I’m probably going to have to go back in about four weeks. Then, it will depend on what that found. If it’s a vaginal based one, it will be a day surgery case to remove it. If it’s in the urethra, it’s less straightforward. So, to get the first available slots in both cases mean that I have to return to Saffron Walden Hospital – about 12 miles south of Cambridge, but about the same mileage from Royston as it would be to Addenbrooke’s.
(There is an irony in all of this. Caroline’s got an MRI for next week…)
… Anyway, we returned via the car park and Domino’s for lunch, before picking up my meds from the Chemist, and getting home shortly after 1300 – four hour round trip. We had lunch, Caroline then had a nap, and I’ve had a rest on the bed, before working out a composite of all our commitments over the coming months.
On the way driving up, I mentioned to Caroline that I felt that it was a case of when they’d need to operate, not if, and this seems to be a fine explanation of the situation. It has the potential to cause more problems against my bladder if left untreated, but it shouldn’t be affecting the other side, but it’s a tight muscle. If I can get by for the next few weeks, it might be closer to the end of the tunnel. Exactly what caused this is not quite clear yet, but it’s a common enough thing to go wrong. Might (hopefully!) never occur again, after all of this.
I was suggesting to C on the road home like the kids badges that say “I saw the Dentist today” or something similar, should we get “I went to the gynae today, and survived”, just so we can get the rest of the day easy enough?