Corey went back for his second year at uni yesterday. He's sharing a house with three friends, and I have to admit to a bit of worry about how they're going to manage now they have to pay for their own internet access and pay rent monthly. He's pretty sensible, but also very fond of going out, they all are tbh. But, they have their own lives now and need to sort such things out themselves.
At least, unlike last year, I didn't end up crying over him when he left -- the few tears I shed when he walked away didn't count. Really they didn't.
Replying to comments earlier I was reminded I didn't update about what happened with the hospital phone call. Well, I have my date. I go into hospital the 19th of this month, have the op the next day, stay in for a day after that, then should be able to come home.
( more about pre op diet )Prompted by a conversation I'm going to go to the doctors and ask to be referred to the lymphodemia clinic again. The wouldn't do any treatments last time as they were worried about heart issues if they pushed fluid from my legs, but I've dropped a load of weight since then and will continue to do so. So may as well get the ball rolling.
The above conversation was strange. I was at the local country park, just sitting enjoying watching the sailing boats and swans on the lake, when two ladies sat next to me. When I got up to go they asked did I know that I had lymphodemia, and it turned out both of them had it badly too, but had never met anyone else with the same thing who lived in the area. So we talked, and they were astounded I wasn't being treated, and when I said about going into hospital they said did I realise that losing weight wouldn't do anything for my legs, and yes, I do know that, but it'll do stuff for the rest of my body.
They were lovely ladies and did have my best interest at heart. But it was such a strange conversation, especially as it happened so randomly.
Oh, and to end because I'm sure you're all sick of my health issues. A few days ago there was a trailer on for a new show. I wasn't really watching closely but James said, look, it's got the pretty one from the Musketeers in it. So he re-winded so I could see, and I asked which one, the queen or Constance? He replied, no, one of the actual Musketeers, so way to go James understanding the prettiness of Musketeers. It's just sad he thinks the wrong one is pretty.
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