I was right, I got an emergency doc appt and she confirmed my diagnosis.
Dear sister drove me, Willybobs was most entertaining in the waiting room as there was an automatic door that made a sshjuuzzing sound. He put on his sly I'm not looking at you so therefore you can't see me face and tried his best to inconspicuoulsy tiptoe out of the waiting room!! It was comedy genius. That boy is way cleverer than his 18 months! He recognises the numbers 1,2,3,4,5,& 6 and he has his colours and shapes to pat! Also there were some leaflets in the waiting room on contraception. He'd picked this up and was studying it.
" Daddy" he said, which made me smirk as I thought yeah Mr Super fertile you do need that information, but infact he's recognised the NHS badge that his daddy has on his uniform! Smart bot. Takes after me.
So the doc siad I am jaundiced. Think my yellow eyes and yellow supertanned skin gave that away , and my nut brown pee. ( TMI?)
tried to do this but it didn't work
My gallbladder is inflamed, stones are blocking my bile duct which is making me jaundiced. Everything is swollen and tender and pushing up against my diagphragm. So blood tests next Tuesday ( the nurses are ill) and wait for a scan appt so see size n severity etc but gallbladder will have to come OUT! In the meantime if I get worse I have to go back. Only trouble is, she didn't define worse and I think I have a high pain threshhold.
I hadn't eaten since Friday so last night's feast of two small jersey royal potatoes ( sans le beurre naturellement) went down like a couple of hot potatoes. Like lead balloons and I made a conscience effort not to sick em up.
They made it through the night. Unlike me and the INCESSANT ITCHING OMFG - the soles of my feet, the top of my head, the palms of my hands ( my nanna's sayings would be going into overdrive) . I gave up at 2am and tweeted away to my dear sweet American chums about digestives ( which I can't eat now!)
So eventually, it got light and I got up and made the kids their lunches and had a handfull of dry cornflakes and a slice of dry oatmeal toast with jam to take with my tablet, a pint of water washed it down. Really gone off hot drinks since I sicked up the last one. I came back to sit in bed upright to try to doze off and was just doing so when some motherfucking twatface dickhead in India decided to ring me. FFS. So...
here I am sat upright at the laptop about to do my online grocery shopping to Tesco as I have a free £10 voucher !
I need some more Bonne Mamman jam. I know it's three times the price of the shop's own but it's like L'Oreal jam. OOO I have raspberries on my plant - not uploaded yet but I will, alas I think i need more that 6 berries to make jam.
Yours in A LOT of discomfort,
Rachel whineyarse Radiostar xx