Writing today after a long and unpleasant week of kidney pain.
At first I didn't even know that it was my kidney stone, as I've had it in one form or another for three or more years and never had a twinge from it.
It was first discussed with me by the specialist as a 2cm stone in my left kidney, the opposite one to the one that had the cancer. I had some Lithotripsy on it last year which broke it up and X rays showed nothing left.
Mr. Grimsley a consultant specialist who looks like one of Matt Lucas' characters is a pretty switched on cookie and was not convinced it had all gone after just one session, so he ordered up a CT scan which revealed a 14mm piece in the lower pole of the kidney which another specialist told me was too deep to respond to lithotripsy. Also, the reason it didn't show on X ray was because it had become softened.
Last Tuesday, I had a bit of an upset stomach, the runs and such, so I thought the mild dull ache was just guts.
An hour later the mild ache was now throbbing and a lot stronger. By lunchtime, I was vomiting.
I phoned my local surgery for advice and they put me on to a really helpful doctor on call, who gave good avice and arranged for a prescription of strong painkillers to be delivered to me.
Part of the advice was if I kept on vomiting, call an ambulance. I was a bit worried.
I also called the secretary of the "boss" specialist (not Mr. Grimsley) just to alert them to the fact I am now having pain from the stone. I agreed if it continued I should call them back to arrange something.
Not a day has passed until yesterday, when I havent at some point in the day had this throbbing dull sometimes sharp pain in my kidney especially Sunday night when I made the decision I must call the QE hospital and try push for an appointment with the specialist sooner or later.
Imagine my suprise to hear from the specialist's secretary who told me Mr. Grimsley wanted me to come in for another session of lithotripsy having reviewed my notes and CT scan.
It appears unrelated to any communication I've made and of course is welcome. Despite this treatment feeling like someone poking around in your kidney with an old screwdriver as you lay there with your bum in a bath of warm water whilst wearing plastic knickers !
This will be prefereable to what I've gone through this past week and hopefully, seeing how this stone appears to have moved, it should be accessable and can be destroyed once and for all.
One thing which worried me, was the day before I was subject to all this, I had an interview for a job which had I got it would have changed my life and I didn't want to have to queer my pitch with stories of hospital treatment sessions.
Well, as that sentence gives away, I didn't get it. I heard from the girl at the agency who set me up for it yesterday. She was a little vexed as they'd not provided any feedback on any of the candidates her company had sent.
I too came away from the interview having sensed not one buying signal from the interviewer, leaving me feeling that either he felt I was utterly crap or, he was a very good poker player.
I also had mixed emotions. The salary was good, I could have gotten into the stride of this job pretty quickly and done the job well. The travelling would have been a little bit of a problem.
Something that twitched me a little: The interview was at 5pm (not a good time to be interviewing). He left me sitting out in reception til 5:30. The company makes a big deal of its reputation for quality, image and getting things right yet their website looks like it had been done by an enthusastic but inexperienced student. "We go the extra mile so you don't have to".
There's a photo of someone modelling one of their products on the front page which is a bloody embarrassment and no, I did not mention any of this at my interview.
So, I remain one of the evil curtains closed brood that Cameron's band of dementors continue to deride as filthy unwashed scroungers.
I did get a call on Friday from another agency regards a job closer to home, which they thought I was perfect for and was advised they would put me forward to the employer. No calls yet suggesting the employer doesn't share our enthusiasm.
As for the stae of things, I never thought I would actually find myself saying that I'm looking forward to lithotripsy. What a strange world we live in.