Reasons for not posting...
This is the absolutely last sliver (as in people saying, "just the tiniest sliver for me, just a morsel") of Myrna's cheesecake, which took some hiding, I can tell you, in order to get this photograph to you, faithful readers, but I did it! It's on a plate made by Marganit, from the days when we still had a local clay cafe.
and this...
is a picture of the famous stent (not the vertebrae bits, Dr Ostler, I did know that, despite not knowing how many ribs a human being has) - the curvy, plastic shaft of light thing you can see alongside the vertebrae...which, after two days of cheese-cake eating (not because of the cheesecake, Myrna, I promise you!) has apparently, or maybe has apparently, stopped working, even thought the picture shows it is clearly still there. so I am off back to hospital tomorrow. Chase Farm this time, another one of my "locals". And, to cut a long story short, as we all know by now, you can get wireless on choo-choo trains, but no way can you get an internet connection in a hospital. Not if you're a patient anyhow.


So...see you, when you're back. Hope it all goes well. And meantime I'll think of Nina running for Mount Vernon. I'm sure she'll make it. xx
Posted by: grannyp | May 25, 2007 at 10:30 AM
Beautiful cheesecake, beautiful plate, less-than-beautiful stent. I'm looking forward to your posts when they get it working again.
Posted by: Lee | May 25, 2007 at 09:13 PM
Dina good luck! Hope it's not too terrible or for very long.
It seems kind of brave, posting up an X-ray picture; I'm not sure why.
I am SO going to make that cheesecake when I've got my gall bladder out! It looks insanely delicious.
All the best to you...
Posted by: Ms Baroque | May 25, 2007 at 10:20 PM
Good luck and best wishes Dina.
Posted by: Isobel Mags Buchan | May 25, 2007 at 11:46 PM
Thanks everybody, for good wishes. Home again and newly re-stented, and they are so nice the nurses at Chase Farm Hospital - remember you from previous visits, and very warm. That is a difference on NHS wards, there really is a kind of nurse who does it as a vocation, and they are just the cream of humanity, don't you think?
Posted by: Dina rabinovitch | May 26, 2007 at 10:48 PM