Thanks for that shoutout @The_Iain and sorry I’ve only seen it 4 months later.
Can’t help but feel my plight is limited compared to the existential despair @mungo2 is going through, so best wishes to him.
Anyway, short short short version, gallbladder popped last August, almost certainly made things worse by being 1. a bloke 2. a doctor with not much acute medical knowledge any more and 3. a triathlete (cos who else actually fucking exercises with peritonitis?). Anyway, 4 months out of circulation, no swim, no bike, no run. A lot of PlayStation (my Witcher character build is mint) and a very long road back to fitness and glory…(all things are relative).
So…I do have a deferred sprint triathlon next weekend. Would love to see @mungo2 or any of you fuckers there, but at 20 bloody stone (shit the bed, had to order a ‘fat guys on the bus’ or whatever it’s called trisuit) I’m targeting a finish as bronze, silver as 1:30 and erm, nope, there is literally no chance of me going any faster.
Anyway, I don’t care. I’m so excited about an expensive delayed triathlon that I’m back to doing training every bloody day. Slightly off topic, but I think Ironman might actually be bad for triathlon, as I think a lot of people get sidetracked and miss the essential joy of the shorter events. Ok, it was just me. But I’ve seen the light!
Glad you’re doing ok,the perils of not keeping up with social media (most of the posts I’m thousands behind)
I wouldn’t call it racing! But….
As it was my first ever triathlon, I am out to beat 40 year old me (7 years ago!) on the bike leg at least. Got it up today on Garmin. That fucker is going down!
Ouch, I hope your experience getting care didn’t match mine, although my wife would point out that at least 80% of the time i spent waiting was because I am “a dick.”
I would add that owing to it happening in August, and being in immense pain, I saw more of the Olympics than I ever have…so every cloud….
I had what felt like a stomach ache that was relatively painful but not excruciating like you’d normally associate with an appendix going.
My wife for example was in horrific pain and they whipped it straight out.
Mine grumbled on for a couple of weeks went to the gp and the sent me packing, went to a&e, they also sent me packing. Went back to a&e saying there’s something fucking wrong with my stomach, it’s not normal etc… I should have put my foot down not just got on with it.
Anyway, the second time I went to hospital a consultant rushes to me at like midnight asking me to sign something saying they needed to remove my appendix pronto!
Down to the operating table then after I wake up i remember wondering why the bloody hell my belly button was killing me - turns out it had been leaking for weeks and I nearly died. I had assumed I’d wake up and have some nice, neat keyhole wounds but instead they cut from my bellybutton down about 4 inches and got in there and got it out.
Got a tasty scar for my troubles, proceeded to spend the next few months laying on a sofa smashing video games!
I suspect a lot of blokes have similar stories; we don’t see the signs of acute illness.
But I do wonder, is there something in this? Do blokes who go out of their way to embrace pain (could be excessive tattoos, also any endurance sport to “painful” levels eg Ironman, marathons, ultras etc) miss the signals?
Hopefully they will dig out this insightful post in 2000 years as an example of way ahead thinking….yeah right!
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