Old lace in my sewing room
Got freaked out today, the Doctor's Surgery rang and told me to make an appointment to discuss my ultrasound results (they then refused to actually give me an appointment on account of their new system, have to ring at 8.30am and hope my call beats all the others that ring at the exact same time. But what freaked me was them calling. They never call, no matter how many tests I've had done they always give me the results when I am in for my normal appointment, which was happening next week anyway. Why have they called? Does this mean it's bad? During the scan the woman said it looked like polyps, and some can be cancerous, so naturally my mind has had a mini freakout about that. Hopefully that's not it, but I know a biopsy is likely and that alone is a stress I could do without thanks very much.
paint pot on my desk (rest of the desk is a mess!)
The other ongoing drama is that Mr P and I have become time travellers. With night-time temperatures dropping every night since Friday very worrying when his boiler broke last week. At first we were a bit freaked that now there wasn't even one of us with a warm house, but then we kind of got into the groove of it feeling like the 1970's when houses were cold and people stayed warm by wearing seasonally appropriate clothing. If nothing else it's eco friendly and at least the days have mostly been sunny. Rain is due Thursday onwards but presumably will bring with it milder night time temperatures.
Old fabric from my collection
Not that either of us bask in hot temps at home when we both have working heating. 16ºc is our average with 18º as a treat and 20º for Christmas and guests. Mr P has a wee oil filled radiator so we've been running that at 12º to stop the pipes bursting near the kitchen at night, but in the daytime it's off. It feels like camping, sleeping in thermals and wearing a woolly hat in bed. The cat, not having lived in the 70's, or even the 80's, is less impressed by the sudden chill and despite never having been keen on sleeping on people is now permanently attached to my hip of belly when I sleep and my lap if I'm sitting in the day.
7 comments:
I don't know why they called but if it is possible {easier for me to say than to do, I know, but} try not to worry beforehand. I will be thinking about you.
keep each other warm, but at least winter days are drawing to a close...
Dear, what can I say...in any case I'll keep my fingers crossed and send you a warm hug!
Dear Cally,
As said before me, try not to worry. Sending big warm hugs (although quite cold here too) to you and the cat.
julie xxx
i've known so many women who get weird calls about things like this; and lumps in breasts, too. They freak out for hours, and then it turns out just to be precautionary! So try to breathe, and stay calm; doctors lose their bedside manners, all the time.
Dear Cally, we all are thinking of you! These calls are terrible, but often the fear is worse, than what becom.It looks like you will need some good cap, scarf and mittens.
I can't stand those appointment systems, my doctors do it too so you can't tell work until you have the appointment that you will be late.
I once got called in to discuss the results of an appointment at the Western General (women's things too) and the doctor had no idea why I had been called in and decided it was routine. Of course I spent a week worrying beforehand. So it may well be nothing.
I'm glad you can always see the positive side to being cold i.e. eco-friendly! You manage to make a bad event look beautiful with your old fabric and lace stunning).
Post a Comment