The last couple of days have had a strong hospital theme to them. One was a planned visit, the other wasn’t.
On Monday Jane and I went over to Dundee for a meeting and more tests to try to progress us towards starting IVF. Unfortunately it’s not going to be quite as straightforward as we’d hoped. Before we can start the IVF treatment it turns out that Jane will have to be admitted for an operation to remove something — they don’t know what.
By that I don’t mean that they’ll decide what to remove when they get into theatre — “So chaps, what do you fancy removing today?” What I mean is that there is something they need to remove, but they don’t know from the scans what it is. Except that it shouldn’t be there.
We both felt quite, quite gutted. Monday was a long and emotionally painful day.
Yesterday afternoon I got a phone call from Jane. She was being taken to hospital in Stirling having accidentally and awkwardly fallen down a flight of stairs at her work’s head office.
Thankfully Jane hadn’t broken any bones, or torn any muscles or ligaments. She was ‘just’ quite bruised and very sore, and no doubt will be for a few days to come. Our good friends Ian and Yvonne in Cellardyke drove me down to Kirkcaldy to pick up Jane and her car — both having been brought over from Stirling by colleagues of Jane. She was certainly well looked after.
I’m not planning on going into hospital today.