Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Grey.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 8.
Tears: No.
Apologies Baggees for Baggy's absence, but in order for Freda Fretter and Hormonal Hannah not to have a meltdown, they're trying not to think too much, which means Creative Clara can't write either! But here goes as Clever Bird knows that some of you might be fretting about Baggy!
Tuesday was step one of Baggy trying to get to the bottom of whatever it is that's causing her to be so severely anaemic. Her appointment at Ipswich Hospital wasn't until late afternoon, so Furry Mama took Pepper Pooch and Hormonal Hannah to Southwold beach in the morning. The plan was to tire the pooch, and try to relax Hannah, who was getting in rather a state. It was a lovely morning, with a nice breeze to blow the cobwebs away. After their usual walk, Baggy had a cappuccino and a bit of cake, before heading back to the car park. Furry Mama started throwing Pepper's ball again on the way back. Hannah was thinking about Baggy's appointment, when she noticed Pepper glance at the sand dunes. Freda Fretter knew what was about to happen. It did! With a backwards glance at his Mama, Pepper took off over the dunes, back to the sea. Baggy followed as fast as she could (very slowly, through the deep sand), to the top of the dunes. Pepper was in the sea!
Bearing in mind that the tide was out, he was at least four-hundred yards away. Furry Mama called him. He spotted a Border Collie that had been at the café and headed towards him - away from Furry Mama. The Collie's owners could see Furry Mama flapping her arms at Pepper, but instead of heading to them, or her, he started running back to the café. Baggy set off in pursuit. Pepper watched her coming. He clearly thought that he was in trouble, and so he wouldn't come to her. Furry Mama went and collected his abandoned ball and asked him to wait where he was. Fortunately he did, so they got back to Billy Bob Jalopy campervan before the parking ticket ran out.
Once Pepper was settled with Baggy's neighbours, she drove over to the hospital. First stop a chest x-ray, as she's had a cough for over two months. The waiting room was packed. Eventually ninety minutes later it was done. Quick check-in at Outpatients, cappuccino grabbed, and to the waiting room forty-minutes early for her appointment.
'Hello, I'm Doctor Something-or-other. What can I do for you? I have no information.' Marvellous - not! No notes. No blood test results. Absolutely no idea why Baggy had been referred! Baggy explained - what she could remember. The doctor decided to proddle Baggy's stomach. Then he said 'I'll just take a quick look.'
'Wait! What?' thought Freda.
'Blah, blah, just put this camera in, blah blah.'
Nooooooooooo! Baggy had just told the man that she'd regretted eating the two bags of cheesy snacks and a chocolate bar with her cappuccino, as, as per usual she really could do with going to the loo as a result. Freda prayed quietly as Baggy tried desperately not to have a nasty accident on the doctor.
'So what are you thinking?' a relieved Baggy asked having survived the experience. Well Baggees, apparently the list of things that they need to rule out before they get to bowel cancer, is long: colitis, some type of ulcers, Chrone's disease, blah, blah other things.
'You'll need an endoscopy within the next two weeks. But in the meantime you'll need to get some blood tests done.'
A slightly spaced-out Baggy headed to the vampire department. Another forty-minute wait. 'Could you tell me what I'm being tested for?'
'A full blood count, liver function, kidney function and...... actually, I have no idea what that one is. I leave that to the doctors.'
So now Baggy waits. She's heard nothing since, and has no idea how she'll be contacted about the endoscopy. But if there's no news by Monday, Freda will be calling the hospital, as Clever Bird remembered in the middle of the night, that Baggy got lost in the system last time she was at the hospital.
In a bid not to panic Hannah, as Clara's explained, Baggy is trying to blank all of this out. Furry Mama is keeping Baggy busy with lots of beach time for the pooch. Although on Wednesday she was feeling too low, and to distract her, Gloria Gardener set-to on the weeds, while Furry Mama threw Pepper's ball. This however was not enough exercise for the pooch, so in the evening he made his own entertainment. There may not be many new photos for a while, as he ate Creative Clara's phone adaptor for downloading photos........
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