Banana Split

Trying to remain positive, although my pain would test the patience of a Saint.
Spent yesterday in A&E. Blood tests, urine tests, x-ray. They sent me away telling me there was nothing wrong. Even though I was doubled over in pain.
An elderly woman in the ward asked everybody that came in her orbit to ‘talk to her’. I said I was sorry but I was in too much pain, she said mental or physical, the conversation ended there.
The nurse was less than cheerful. When she put the canula in my arm, you could have sworn I was an effigy for her worst auntie….
Today I have had my salt bath, will be meditating then going for a slow walk to try and shift the discomfort. On Thursday, my birthday, I will be standing with radio active fluid going through me. I am trying to remain positive for the outcome.
The Magnolia tree is flowering, the daffodils are nodding, the primroses have taken over the garden. The old git has filled all the bird feeders so we have our daily pheasants, Jays, tits of all varieties and blackbirds,I sit near the rose wall, camomile tea in hand, and remember that I still have all my senses.
I look yellow since I’m living on bananas, anything else gets lodged in my concrete setting gut. I’ve taken to eating them in thirds, if anybody tells me too many bananas are bad for me I shall throw the skins at them. Jim makes me Slippery Elm and I watch the buds burst.
So in answer to your queries, the Consultant was less than useless, the tests continue, my tears fall and my family and friends and support me, as do all your lovely messages.
I am alive. I am ticking over but I am bored, frustrated and angry with the pace of my recovery. I have a life waiting to be grabbed, and the minute I am solved I will be out there grabbing it.
As for now have a lovely Vernal Equinox and may Spring time spring for all of us.