Surgery II: the Sequel

I will be having more surgery next week. It is for a similar reason as the first, in the spring, though it is in a slightly different location of the body. This little difficulty revealed itself suddenly, and not so long ago; it has not been as troublesome as the first: the pain of the earlier problem was excruciating, when it occurred, though it was rare. This pain is much less, but more frequent, of greater duration and of a wider variety.

Unlike the first, I could see living with this, despite the fact that there is always some discomfort. However, the condition will not improve, and will need to be attended to eventually. I was very lucky in my timing. Given a referral to a surgeon (the same one as the last time), I thought it might be a longish wait to see him. A cancellation, however, brought me to his consulting room within two weeks. I went to see him Tuesday morning. When surgery was agreed upon, it was predicted to be in four to six weeks, about the same calculation as for my first operation. But that very afternoon, I was called and asked if I would like the surgery a week from Thursday (that is, seven days from now.) I of course responded that my delight would know no bounds if I could be cut open and have my internal organs re-arranged so soon. So I go to the hospital on December 8th. I thought that if I didn’t avail myself of this opportunity, life might not grant this ingrate another for several months.

I don't really care for sequels; they are never as good as the original. This will mean another fortnight off work, which is not a bad proposition, while the accompanying discomfort, and not being able to clean, bicycle, bathe (showering is acceptable) or lift anything will be very regrettable. Football of course is right out. The best thing about the whole procedure, though, is that I will have more time with the beasts…