'You have enough galllstones to start a riot', the doc told me after my 'procedure' last week.
It was fun, of a sort. My fourth encounter with these little cholestral missiles in two years. They block something, I get a pain, fever and jaundice. I go to A and E. They get rid of the pain and do lots of scans. I go home, come back a week later and they take the stones out. But nobody seeems to know what is causing me to be in the quarry business. Theories to fcorr100@gmail please.
Hospital can be depressing, sobering, boring and occasionally fun. Watching the catering staff serve meals is the best. They are on a tight schedule so they tear into the ward, plonk the plate on the tray and are gone again beafore you can blink. One day I failed to notice for 30 minutes that my lunch had arrived- it was hidden neatly behind a curtain.