Watching the snooker world championship this week reminds me as it does every year of my appendix!
I had been suffering with a rumbling appendix on and off for some years and by April of 1986 I had lost three stone in weight looked yellow and could barely keep down a glass of water. I had a dog grooming parlour at the time and luckily my mother lived nearby so was able to hold the fort.
My Dr became quite exasperated with the consultant eventually sending me in as an emergency. Although not that long ago Hereford hospital was still a series of large nissen huts, mixed wards of what I remember at least twenty beds. One of my vivid memories is of a lady having an asthma attack, now when I can’t be bothered to take my meds for asthma I remember what I saw.
My mother has a horror of hospitals as her generation only equates them with death and informed me she would not come to visit. My father on the other hand came every day being a frustrated Doctor and husband managed to visit also.
I was there two weeks as they were not satisfied it was my appendix so made a very large incision with lots of stitches. But I managed to enjoy the whole snooker tournament in the day room while I knitted a white aran sweater.
Silly the things you remember.
As I write this I am laid low with the cough that’s making the rounds and enjoying the snooker all those past players are now commentators and the new generation of players look so young!