Well, its official

Following a phone call yesterday, Herself had to present herself for a scan at the hospital, midday. I guess its a measure of the urgency that they regard her treatment with that they have done that. We also received in the mail today an appointment for Wednesday, which we were told to ignore, so we have. I went in with her, & the lovely young lass that was doing the scan was kind enough to give us a running commentary that included showing us the half dozen or so tiny wee bright sparks on the screen that represented gallstones. She also pointed out that the wall of the gallbladder & one duct were quite badly inflamed. The duct might mean the passing of one of these stones which would explain the pain Wednesday.

Like me, I bet you thought that gallstones could be nuked with ultra sound to dissolve them. Not so. Apparently, this only applies to kidney stones, so its keyhole surgery & out with the old gall bladder for her. I guess it also means that her already restricted diet is about to be restricted even further. The only consolation with this whole sorry mess is that at least this problem is treatable.

On the happy side, a young friend of ours has arranged a lovely treat for Herself next weekend. I shall leave it as a surprise for you, but suffice it to say, Herself is agog with anticipation, as I guess you are now as well, but you will just have to wait as she has to. The weather here has turned decidedly pear shaped & custard flavoured, but at least its good for the ski field. An inside weekend with forays to my Viking game on Facebook is predicted. Have fun....