My Bowels...

Hardly a topic for polite company, i know, but a friend asked me what the new blog would be called. I think cyberspace will be spared this, but the last 10 days have been a masterclass in what my bowels will do, won't do, feel like when twisted, squeezed, bloated - you name it. Apparently they respond like earthworms when you touch them..

Its very strange being this far from family and friends, marking the time and hoping/praying that things improve from here. The disappointment of having our big family holiday nipped in the bud is enormous. Claudia was brilliant AGAIN (including our friends - the Lines - who were with us at the time) at looking after the boys and visiting me. But when you're not complete as a family, being on holiday becomes more like being at home - but somewhere where there aren't enough toys/familiar distractions and the frustration of what might have been.

As Claudia has written (thanks love) i am back in hospital for a couple of days for observation. No eating / no drinking. My bowels need to spring back into action, or else there may concerns of yet more adhesions and another operation might be necessary.

In the meantime, my relative Rosemary who lives in Mallorca's capital Palma, has supplied me with a laptop, so i can update the blog.

So you see, i'm not completely on my own, the quality of care here is excellent despite the language barrier and i feel yet again lifted up (its feels strange but tangible) on a wave of prayer, breaking in from all over the world.