Diary of a podgy poof!

Hello Peeps,

Today I had a mole removed. I went to the see the specialist last week and this morning I was in surgery for 45 minutes.

I was greeted by a a jolly Nigerian nurse called Hyacinth. Yup I kid you not! She had the biggest smile I have ever seen and her laugh was so infectious.

I filled in the forms and when it came to next of kin I put Phils name. As she was filling her part in, I noticed she put Phil in, as Phillis. I nearly pissed myself. She then turned to me and said.

' You know Gari, if theh wus effa a nem I wanted to be culled it was Phillis. Luveley name, I bet shis pritty too huh?'

Well that was me off. I didn't have the heart to ruin her dream and tell her 'she' was a 16 stone geezer with a number two crop. I thinked she would have had appaplexy! Oh and by the way Hyacinth, she's becoming my husband on Thursday LOLOLOL.

Anyway. After that, I was in surgery for 45 minutes and I now have a one inch scar on my shoulder blade, NICEEEE! The anaesthetic is just wearing out now. ARGHHHHHH.

As I was laying on the table in surgery and couldn't work out why I was stripped to my undies and socks in a theatre gown, when all I was having was a dodgy mole removed from my shoulder. The surgeon appeared, and looked like he was flying to the frigging moon with this mask on and his face and his head shrouded in a some blue thing. He looked like a dodgy drag queen wearing a burka! He snapped those rubber gloves and my heart skipped a beat as I thought oh no, not an internal in front of these nurses! ;-)

I've been told not to lift a thing. Not even the iron, so those wedding shirts are gonna look like we've been dragged through a hedge backwards! I've also got to avoid driving. So I don't know what to do about my 250 mile round trip to Leeds tomorrow to meet my new boss.

Oh well, such is life! Phil has been wonderful, I had  brunch made for me and he then did me some chicken soup. I didn't have the heart to tell him I was still full, so now I feel sick too. He's now force fed me a custard tart. What evers coming next?(no such luck)

Oh well, off to Costco to buy some champagne for Thursday before I start screaming the house down in agony.

Love yas

PP xxxxxxxx

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• #38 Comment from beckiepainton 
  31/03/08 13:37 | Permalink

  well i hope your shoulder has healed by now.Beckie x
• #37 Comment from ekgillen 
  28/03/08 02:54 | Permalink

  Hope all turns out okay!
  Gillie
  http://journals.aol.com/ekgillen/Gillie/
• #36 Comment from justaname4me2 
  24/03/08 16:08 | Permalink

  It is a rare time in life a person gets to relax and let others cook for them, stuff them rotten full and take care of chores. On most days, one would be considered lazy for taking life easy. So, in light of your surgery, I say, soak it up, get a bell, let yourself be spoiled and enjoy it~~Milk it, forced laying low doesn't happen often!
  
  I hope Thursday went off wonderful and memorable for you two. Congrats! We will need details of course~~
  Rebecca
  http://journals.aol.com/justaname4me2/InTheShadowOfTheIris/
• #35 Comment from ksquester 
  22/03/08 02:35 | Permalink

  Darlin' know that if you need a second opinion........or are in bad straights, come to the States and see my Doc.............he'll treat ya right and you and Phill can stay at my house.  Love ya, Anne
• #34 Comment from stupidsheetguy 
  21/03/08 23:07 | Permalink

  LOL, make sure and buy a little extra champagne now, just for medicinal purposes.
  
  I'm glad it went well, even if you're a little sore (ok, maybe a LOT sore). Hope the mole is harmless too. Take care. Look forward to hearing about the Big Event.