Been out of commission for a week, unavoidably, having enjoyed a 3am ride to hospital courtesy of our ambulance service.
The diagnosis matched the ride.
It's gallbladder removal time in about three months, chaps.
It seems that all those years of typical Scottish dieting have have their effect, in turning my previously svelte form into a rather more rotund version, culminating in the painful discovery of gallstones in the body Sharp.
After a week in Stirling Royal Infirmary (wards 24 and 25, and thanks to all staff, who were outstanding), I'm now on a low fat diet which chops out pretty much every foodstuff which makes life worth living.
Jesus, it's hellish.
No cheese, chocolate, curry, anything with fat, eggs, salami, garlic sausage - you name it, it's gone.
And the sodding antibiotics mean that I'm a beer free zone for the foreseeable.
Still, it's preferable to a re-run of last Monday night, which was foul in the extreme, and which I would wish not even upon Fred the Shred.
Maybe.
Still, enough of my hypochondiasis.
This is to tell you that I'll be blogging again soon, so see you then.
Yours,
Smiling thru' the tears
andy
Monday, 2 March 2009
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3 comments:
Crikey!
Unlucky Andy, hope you're at least off the antibiotics soon. Though by then alcohol might cost a bit more but you can blame Kenny MacAskill for that.
I'm regretting that Chinese last night now... Hmm...
Went the low fat route myself - to get cholesterol etc down - so I can sympathise. Oh for a cheesy snack or smoked sausage either of which blows your saturated fat limit for a DAY!!
Good luck with the op.
thanks gents, it's not the ideal situation, but on the plus side, once this is nailed I've got a pretty clean bill of health, which for my liver in particular is pretty miraculous given that I've not missed an SNP conference for God knows how long ;-)
Tonight, it' a nice wee mushroom risotto with red and green peppers for me.
Yum.
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