15 Tuesday Jan 2013
Posted in health & happiness, home
In bed with flu.
It’s been a long time since I was sick enough with anything that I had to take to my bed.
Hope I’ll be feeling better in the morning as I have a Market & Tapas tour planned. Also, I think it would do me good to walk around a bit. Staying in bed does my back in. And I’m no longer contageous at this point, right?
*achy achy achy*
05 Wednesday Dec 2012
Posted in health & happiness, hospitals
So remember my hernia? Well, I finally got to see the surgeon this morning and, after a bit of poking and prodding, I was told that after so many surgeries it wasn’t unusual for me to have a hernia and, all things considered, it wasn’t a very big one. As such, the doctor said he wouldn’t recommend that I have any more surgery at this point.
To alleviate the chronic discomfort I was told that I should “lose a little weight” and use a “faja” (girdle or corset). Meh.
I still have the faja I was given at the hospital after my last operation (and to be honest I didn’t wear it as much as I should have during recovery), which is basically a length of spongy stretchy material with a strip of velcro on one end to hold it closed after wrapping it tightly around my belly. But it’s very bulky and tends to ride up. When I mentioned this to the doctor he said it would be just as useful to go to a lingerie shop and find something there…
Well imagine my surprise when I popped into one on the way home and found all manner of elasticated shape-shifting undergarments on offer. Most seemed to be made for already thin women wanting to look thinner, promising that slipping into a lycra-laced item would help them look two sizes smaller! Others promised to lift and show off their butts. I was at a loss. So I finally asked a salesclerk for assistance, explaining that I had a hernia and had to wear something for support. She very helpfully showed me half a dozen options and sent me off to try them. Holy crap! I honestly thought I wouldn’t get any of them on, but after a major heave-ho managed to pull them up and… yes! There was definite support going on. I finally opted for this simple Playtex model – which was also the cheapest at 20€ (some of them went up to 85€!). I would have preferred it in black, but this awful liverish colour was all they had in stock. Well, who the hell is going to see it anyhow?
So I reckon I’ll wear the wrap-around hospital faja at home and try out this one for when I’m out and about. The doctor promised me I’d feel much more comfortable after doing this for a couple of weeks. I hope he’s right. I was all set to hear the worst – that I’d need yet another operation. But it turns out I’ll only have to girdle my loins… oh, and “lose a little weight”.
25 Thursday Oct 2012
Posted in cancer, health & happiness
Or the same one I had before? Or is it maybe a new one that’s popped up (and popped out) since my last emergency op just over a year ago? What I do know is that there’s a lot of discomfort – I wouldn’t exactly call it pain – in the area to the right of my belly button. I’m not sure if this is something that started a few months ago, or if it’s always been there. Well, “always” since the first ops. I think I’ve become so used to a certain level of pain or discomfort along the scar lines criss-crossing my abdomen that unless it becomes PAIN I don’t do anything about it. Except that yesterday I happened to glance in the mirror before getting into the shower (something I usually try to avoid) and saw that my belly button was doing a serious “outy”. I gingerly pressed on the bulge and it felt all squidgy, as if there was liquid inside, which immediately made me think of the liquid build-up around Azar’s tumour that eventually burst, so I was suddenly very nervous.
Luckily I had an English class with my student/friend/neighbour/GP Agustín last night. Our classes don’t usually start with me hiking up my shirt, but I have to admit it was a relief not to have to rush to the hospital. Agustín thinks it’s a hernia, and said the only real solution would be surgery. Last time (three years ago) they just sliced open the area and drained the surrounding liquid, which is why I’m wondering if this is the same hernia. In any case, Agustín is going to refer me to a surgeon to get an opinion on what I should do. Since this has been going on for ages, and the last PET scan was clear, this doesn’t seem to be cancer-related. But it would sure be a bugger to have to have yet another operation. Stay tuned…
01 Saturday Sep 2012
Posted in animals & pets, cats, death & dying, health & happiness
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What’s so weird is that on Thursday afternoon (the day before the tumour burst!) I’d sent these two photos by email to Sledpress to show her just how damn BIG the thing had become, and express my worry about it. Then yesterday – blam! You can read the gory details here.
Since then Azar has been looking much perkier. The best thing being that he has regained the use of his one good front leg and can comfortably sit up again and even walk around much easier. I’m not exaggerating when I say the lump was the size of a baseball – poor Azar couldn’t even straighten out his leg anymore and was in a permanent crouched position. The reason he was sometimes peeing on the sofa was that, once there, he didn’t want to have to jump down to get to the box because it hurt too much. I had started carrying him to the box at regular intervals but couldn’t always be there, but when he was left overnight this week he had no problem as he stayed on a blanket under my bed with the litter box nearby.
The wound still looks messy, but Azar is a good healer. And he so intensely loves being alive. I am starting to wonder if his tumour is even malignant, because something that big should have killed him by now if it was. Could it just be a nasty cyst? Anyhow, he has been snatched back from the brink and is now happily snoozing away. I’ll be taking him to the vet’s this morning because I think the wound needs to be properly dressed and he may need to take antibiotics to stave off infection.
One thing is for sure. If this had happened while I was away in Córdoba, or even just away for the afternoon, he probably would have died. He was in such a panic and hyperventilating that without me there to clean him up and calm him down I don’t think he’d still be here. So lucky! But hey, that’s his name. Azar.
14 Tuesday Aug 2012
Posted in animals & pets, cancer, cats, health & happiness, home
Here’s Azar being served a nice drink of water from his favourite glass after having had breakfast in bed this morning. He’s actually perked up the past few days. I was missing him so much that I began a harrowing afternoon routine of getting him out from under my bed, which always provokes shrieks of terror and total panic on his part (why???). But as soon as I manage to scoop him up in my arms he goes all calm and then I give him a gentle snibble on the sofa, and after that he happily settles down there for the rest of the day. If I don’t do that he’ll just stay under the bed. Go figure.
Anyhow, that’s the new routine. He still sleeps with me, and enjoys his breakfast in bed, but as soon as I get up he hides under the bed and stays there until I fish him out at lunchtime (no point in going through all that before I can spend some time with him on the sofa). His appetite has also picked up and so he definitely is still enjoying a decent quality of life.
I’ve postponed my trip to Málaga as I was planning to be there for about three nights and, even with Peter at home with Azar, it just felt like too long to be away right now. But both Peter and I have been invited to stay one night at a hotel in Córdoba and I really don’t know what to do. When I know I’ll be out for the whole day I set Azar up in my room with plenty of food and water and his own litter box, because he doesn’t seem to want to be around the other cats these days, and he seems quite fine with that. But to leave him overnight? It’s a dilemma because this would be such a good opportunity for Peter to do more research for his Córdoba day trips and for me to get some more material for my travel writing “portfolio”, and I don’t think I can ask the hotel to postpone the free room offer indefinitely. I don’t mind putting off personal trips, but this is actually a business trip. What should I do?
casa azahar 