Medical stuff (sorry)

Actually this is the first time I have had what seems to be undue waitings and run-arounds for hospitalisation - all my other illnesses have been seen to pronto. (Admittedly, there isn't a waiting list when one has a cardiac arrest...).

I had an ultrasound yesterday, gynaecological one as I am also doing a bit of bleeding, (lady parts bleedings). My GP said "No waiting on this one", and wrote a referral. I have had a couple of years now of odd Pap test results and two - expensive - visits to a gynaecological-oncologist in Melbourne. VERY expensive.
Go book in for a Pap test right now, please!

The radiologist asked me what all the scars on my belly were about. And also he asked me if I had had abdoplasty - ie tummy tuck!
Owned up to a large number of different surgeries over the years (humungous varicose vein near my uterus that got really big whenever I got pregnant and then squashed off blood supply - I had LOTS of miscarriages back in the day - so that got cut out - in San Fran, how exotic...; and appendix out; another cut for keloid tissue mass, and my gall pladder out (even tho it turned out to be normal, bloody bastard surgeon Campbell still trying to massacre a MacDonald...), more than a few laparoscopies, etc etc.
AND some stretch marks from eleventy one pregnancies, too...

And then detailing all the things that have gone wrong in the last 5 years - meningitis, cardiac arrests from bee stings, that scary bruising thing that turned out to be a genetic bleeding disorder and not leukemia, the Chronic Fatigue stuff, CMV, and Uncle Tom Cobbly and all. Just as well he tried to look at the cyst and really hurt me which gave me an excuse to have a cry. Cos I did have a little self pitying sob. He felt so bad he apologised for hurting me...

I have to go back tomorrow for another ultrasound to see how big the cyst has got, then a double appointment with my lovely GP on Mon to get all the papers, referrals, history etc etc in order to take to a surgeon at St Vincent's the following Monday (24th). We are still keeping the November appointment with the holidaying surgeon at the Royal Melbourne as well. Insurance. Back-up. Bidding war...

My darling S4, the one doing engineering at Uni, came up with the formula for the volume of a ball that is 14 cms in diameter. It is something like 1.7 litres. That is some water balloon in my liver. No wonder I look so pregnant. On Monday, my "girth" was 102cm. That is 40 inches. My waist used to be 28". Less if I sucked my gut in to look good...

Does my blog look any different? It doesn't to me, but it should. I have changed the font, and also the background (cute almost quilt) and the colours, and deleted some of the trimmings. But I am still in bed working on the notebook - maybe it will be fine on the Mac  if I get up.
Time for a snooze. I have worked very hard this morning. Writing this, geez what did you think I was doing????