There may be a short pause in p&c’s thrice-weekly broadcasts, as I am having hip impingement surgery this week – an event that I find exciting and horrifying in equal measures. Actually, perhaps slightly skewed towards the horrifying – scalpels and dodgy anaesthetics have been the unwelcome features of my dreams lately.
I don’t tend to use this blog to pour out the trials of my daily life – much as it is often extremely tempting – but what’s the point in the self-publishing revolution if you can’t self-indulge with no one to edit it out, right?
So, my gripe with life is this: for two years I have been living with a gnawing, burning pain across the sacroiliac area (otherwise known as le buttock) – it feels like a Chinese burn. I have been to osteopaths, consultants, pain clinics, physios, back shops, pilates teachers… there have been xrays, MRIs, very long needles, drugs, blood tests, expensive office chairs…
But, as anyone who has suffered from chronic pain will know, the worst part happens neither in your wallet nor in the clinics but in your morale: the frustration and the uncertainty, the searching for answers, the knocks, the waits for results, the days of research… and the hope against the odds that the pain would JUST BLOODY WELL GO AWAY and let you get on with your life. Go away it didn’t in my case but I’m hoping it will very soon.
I am reluctantly crossing the Tamar for surgery but I have to say, aren’t we lucky to have the kindest doctors, receptionists and nurses in Cornwall? Ok so I haven’t had the dreaded Nora virus that lurks in the wards of the Royal Cornwall Hospital, nor have I suffered one of those monumental administrative fuck-ups that I know can and do happen, but I have been in and out of wards and clinics most months since mid 2008 and not once has anyone been anything other than utterly lovely. And those volunteers who hand out cups of tea at hospitals (I’d love to link to them but I don’t know the name of the organisation?), well they are incredible.
So, see you on the other side! I hope they do a proper job.
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August 19, 2010 at 9:35 pm
mr h
Hope all goes well for you . I’m sure that the doctors and nurses in “England” will teat you well . Am eagerly looking forward to more blogging when you are back on your feet .
August 17, 2010 at 8:01 am
Grazing Kate
good luck and hope you mend swiftly
August 16, 2010 at 7:42 pm
Margaret in Canada
Hi Ismay,
Just a note to say, Good Luck with the op.
Thanks for the wonderful website, which really helps my dreadful homesickness. I love your stories and the pictures, so do keep them up.
KERNOW BYS VYKEN !
Margaret
August 16, 2010 at 4:26 pm
June in Ireland
Hi Ismay – I read your post today and it tugged at my heartstrings, for I know exactly how you’re feeling at this moment, having been there and experienced the same feelings leading up to the operation (that actually saved my life…but that’s another story altogether).
I too was reluctant to go ‘under the knife,’ and instead, for months prior to that, I tried everything, just as you had/have done – chiropractors, reiki, homeopaths, reflexology, yoga (extremely gentle yoga, that is), meditation, visualisation, macrobiotic and/or vegan diet, and of couse, lots of tablets prescribed by my GP – a veritable mini-pharmacy’s worth…I suppose they all helped in some way, but not in the main way – that is to say, to get rid of the pain that was becoming more and more excruciating and debilitaing once and for all.
I won’t bore you with all the details (they weren’t boring to me, naturally, but to anyone else, I’m sure they probably would be), but suffice it to say that as soon as the op was over with, so was my pain. In my case, it was a series of fibroids – big as in ginormous fibroids – that had to be removed surgically. Once that procedure was done, my pain was gone. And I’ve remained pain-free (as well as fibroid free) ever since – that’s 8 years now, and counting.
I wish you a very speedy recovery, and warm get-well wishes along the way. Looking forward to your next post – whenever I read your blog, I am transported back to the amazing part of the world that is Cornwall – specifically St. Ives, Penzance and my beloved Mousehole. Take good care of yourself and be well.