Of gastroscopies and the like....

An endoscopy would have been more apt a procedure for me really, and the difference is not all that obvious, but there ye go, a gastroscopy it was. For the 2nd time in 6 months I was knocked out in an operating theatre. This time however, rather than cutting me open, moving my throat to the side, taking out a bad disc in the neck and sticking a good one back in, it was simply a camera down the gob and into the stomach. After which I was not allowed to drive heavy machinery or sign important documents for 24 hours. Anwyay, I have a video of it all - when I'll get to watch it is another thing as it's all DVD these days - can't imagine too many people get to watch a video of their own stomachs? Wonder was there any valuable coins in there, or buttons from a remote control? So I have some unusual condition which is written on the report but is impossible to remember (lets just say oesephegitis is in there somewhere) and hopefully the horse tablets I have to take for it will do the trick. Maybe after all that, drinking a nice cool glass of pinot gris won't feel like I'm trying to swallow blunt & rusty staples anymore. Thats me thoroughly checked out over the past year between the MRI & X-rays for the neck & back and now an intrusive camera all the way into the belly. Nice to know all those years of Guinness consumption haven't done too much damage to the tummy - the liver however.......

Aibhe seems to have decided that she will be a big baby by skulling every ounce of formula that goes near her. From below average, to above average in a matter of weeks. It seems to be going to her cheeks. I'm a poet. In all honesty, we still can't complain too much, she USUALLY sleeps through the night with just one wake-up to feed - which, if it continues, is all we can hope for. May I add, that hangovers with small babies are hard. Self inflicted I absolutely accept, but bloody, bloody hard. Especially with 3 hours sleep and a game of golf to play (yes, my first outing in 6 weeks was laden with a hangoer and it showed). Must have been the excitement of our being out for the first time since she was born but we did it and without too much guilt.....

The commonwealth (small "c") games are over (or "School Sports day where EVERYONE gets a medal" as I liked to call it). Granted, Melbourne put on quite a spectacle, but seriously, who was watching? The UK, Australia (obviously, as they took all the medals), New Zealand, Canada a few African countries and lots of little places I didn't realise the British had bothered conquering and leaving. The swimming was good mind you - watch out for Liesel Jones in the next Olympics. Actually, just look out for the entire womens swimming team. You saw it here first.

So then, we will be returning to the ole sod in June. I think we head off on the 21st and return on the 5th July. Short, but that's just the way these trips will have to be from now on. But sure everyone else can come over here - Aibhe would love to be babysat by a few Irish mates!!! And hey, she CAN open her eyes!


(by the way , Alissa pointed out my nose looks rather large in the picture below - guess I should take it down, but then, we all know that about me so why bother????)