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Resolutions and Realities

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Resolutions and Realities

Happy New Year! Having spent quite a fun night running around the hospital with Dominic and ending up on the roof watching the fireworks with a few doctors who could escape momentarily, it was impossible to ignore the overwhelming feeling of optimism that is unique to New Year’s Eve. That’s what marking the arrival of the New Year is really all about though isn’t it? It gives the smokers hope that this year will be the one that spells the end of the habit, those of us more disposed to bouts of grumpiness, melancholy or drama get the chance to ...

A Dramatically Undramatic Update

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laparotomy roux en y jejunostomy
The operation went very well… well it went as swimmingly as the slicing and dicing of your youngest child can ever go. It took about four hours which is quite remarkably quick actually. I guess it’s not a case of ‘too many cooks’ but more ‘many hands’ when it comes to having two consultant surgeons’ hands meddling with your insides.

Monsters in the Cupboard

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Monsters in the Cupboard

I’ve never had to go into a child’s room at night to reassure them that there isn’t a monster in the cupboard, it’s just something that hasn’t ever occurred to any of my children. Not to say that they don’t have their fears, of course they do, it’s just that monsters haven’t ever featured on that list. However a monster has clawed its way into all our lives, riding on our backs wherever we go and a glinting eye in the corner of the room as we sleep at night. The monster that has come to live with us is ...

Procrastination Dissemination

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Procrastination Dissemination

Is it possible to be addicted to procrastination, and if it is, is that a bad thing? I hold my hands up to being a terrible time waster when there is something that I really must be doing. If I was sitting in an old church hall right now, rather than standing up and embracing the 12 steps to redemption and efficiency, I would instead be cleaning the chair that I was sitting on, convinced that it was surely an act of reasonableness to want to face your demons with your bottom on a sticky handprint free chair. Of course if ...

Recovery?

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Dominic pre op

About three hours after leaving him I got to take the long walk down to recovery to collect him. The nurse recognised me straight away. It took me a while to work out how she could know instantly that I was Dominic’s mother without ever having met me before. Eventually my eyes fell on a photo of myself and Roger, which, although slightly battered and distorted from having had sticky tape all over it, clearly showed myself and Roger grinning out at Dominic. She’d obviously been having a tour of his bed while he came around. He was very unsettled and ...