Day fifty eight

Shortly after I wrote yesterday's entry I had a letter in the post from the hospital. Well, if it had been a letter it would have been easier to interpret. It was a form. If it had been accompanied by a letter, it would have been easier to interpret. But it was a form!

I am being asked to book a blood test because of "villous atrophy of hg to r/o ceol." The translation, provided by my good friends at Google, is: "Villous atrophy on histology/hindgut, to rule out coeliac disease". This is what I was talking about a few days ago, when I said that I would ask for a blood test to look for coeliac antibodies. They posted the form on 21st December, which was round about the time I was considering it. They are a bit slow considering how long ago I had the gastroscopy, but at least they got there!

I walked down to the Medical Centre - we have a separate Vampire department, called Caxton Villa ( which sounds like a Birmingham football team), where I asked for a translation of the form and they booked me in for a blood test in the afternoon. So yesterday afternoon I took another walk down to get yet another blood test.

This seems like progress as I am now checking my NHS app repeatedly for test results from my CT Scan and from the blood test. And it's not long until the appointment where I find out what they are going to do about my prostate.

In the meantime, apart from a niggling prostate, I had no pain yesterday. Last night I was awake from 2-3am, but not with pain, but as I was lying in bed this morning I got a stab in the abdomen to remind me that I was only being allowed the one day off.

If it wasn't for this daily blog I wouldn't remember how often the pain comes and when it isn't here. Sometimes I think things are getting better, then I read over this again and I realise that it is like a roller coaster.

And very soon people will be talking about a NEW year. I'm not expecting it to start well!