Praise God.

So a while ago I was constantly having coughing fits for no apparent reason.  I went to the hospital and had a camera up my nostril (ouch) and then down into my throat.

They found I had a small nodule near my voicebox which needed removing.

People at my church and home group had been praying and I had not had any coughing fits for a while.

Today I went into hospital to have it removed.  Obviously before I went I had to clean the house...hubby was amused.

First we waited for a while and then I went through and put on the lovely hospital gown that you have to wear and I sat then in a different waiting room with other people in hospital gowns.

First I saw a nurse who took my blood pressure and asked me how I was.  I told her I wasn't coughing anymore.

Then I saw an anaesthetist who asked me various questions and explained the anaesthetic.  He asked how my health was, I told him I wasn't coughing anymore.

I then saw the registrar who would be assisting that day in theatre, he asked me various questions.  I told him I wasn't coughing anymore.

Finally, I saw the consultant who would be doing the operation.  I told him I wasn't coughing anymore.  And he listened!  I had another camera down to have a look in my throat.

And...the nodule isn't there anymore.  Not even a mark!

I didn't need the operation.  Praise God!!

Hospital

I went to hospital today to have a camera up my nose and down my throat - yikes!  I've had a bad cough on and off for about a year.  I was so nervous my lovely friend Liz came with me.

It was fine in the end, a bit uncomfortable, but OK.

Anyway I have a small nodule near my voicebox which needs removing. Not looking forward to that!!

It's been an OK day

I've been for a walk.
Been to the doctors - bared my heart to my GP, she was very nice.  Husband made me go, he could see I was slightly falling apart.
I'm going to get over all this church stuff, but it's going to be slow.  I can't rush anything.

Unlearning is so much harder than learning.

Couldn't go to church last Sunday.  The panic attacks were ridiculous.  Hoping I can make it next Sunday.

I'll perhaps share more about the cult we have left, at some point...I don't even want to call it a church...

Hugs