Operation Tomorrow!

Blenheim Flower
I thought that you may prefer this pretty picture of a flower rather than a macro shot of my “complaint”

Some ailments inspire instant expressions of concern.

If I announced I had a kidney stone (which thankfully I do not) I know that many out there would express sympathy and no one would burst out laughing. I would expect the same reaction if I announced that I had liver complaints or some sort of lung disease.

Fortunately I am not suffering from any of these horrible issues but tomorrow I must go for an operation to deal with a complaint that, much to my chagrin, has lead to laughter rather than concern.

When I took a group of students to our fair capital city, Canberra, earlier in the year I was flinging my case up onto the hotel bed when I felt a peculiar “pop” sensation.

My navel had gone suddenly from an “inny” to an “outie”!

Now I was a trifle concerned by this occurrence and mentioned it to my colleagues at breakfast expecting expressions of care and concern. Both burst out laughing.

On returning home my family demonstrated similar jollity and for some strange reason showed no interest at all in viewing the offending protrusion.

While the rest of the world appeared to find my complaint a great joke I did a little investigation using that essential and accurate medical source, The Internet, to check if I should be concerned.

It turns out that I should.

I had herniated my navel! Any moment my bowel could become strangulated, septicemia would instantly ensue and I would surely die!

I told my family and friends of this.

They laughed.

A subsequent trip to the doctor and an ultrasound later confirmed my diagnosis. The doctor was not comforting.

“Thankfully at this stage you do not seem to have bowel coming through your stomach wall, just fat, which is good news.”

“So you are telling me that I have fat coming through my own fat?”

“Well, yes.”

I did not find this news elating.

Anyway…a trip to the specialist later and I find that I am the possessor of a herniated umbilicus and that tomorrow I will have the fat that has obviously felt a need to flee from the flab surrounding it returned to its former position.

All I received was a wan smile from the surgeon when I suggested he remove a couple of pounds while he was at it. (I have a strange suspicion he has heard that joke before)

So dear reader, if you managed to reach this point without smiling at my dire illness, I thank you, and I look forward to Saturday when I will again have an “inny” although I won’t be able to lift anything over 10kg for 4 weeks.



  1. Much as you usually amuse me with your fabulous writing style, I dare not offer hardly a smile–because any surgery is serious. I will be praying fervently for a successful operation to resolve this matter–and a full and quick recovery. Then we will all laugh with relief 🙂 Godspeed, TJ.

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          1. I promise to only attempt to lift the mood. (providing it weighs less than 10kg). Off to spend a few hours with my parents who kindly are worried sick (mind you, they are always worried sick). 😉


          2. Good to know, TJ–I’ll change my prayers to “thanks” now, with confidence that you’re in God’s strong hands 🙂 PS–I wonder if laughing might hurt too much…if so, you’ll want to wait on my “funny man” vids post…up in a few hours.

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  2. Goodness my dear… No I didn’t laugh. I can’t believe anyone would because it sounded like concern the minute I read it. You poor thing! Well, do what needs to be done and get well soon! We are all here awaiting your recovery! Sending prayers, light & love your way!!

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  3. Oh my friend, I am keeping you in my prayers. I was mis-diagnosed with this condition 11 years ago and much to my relief it was determined that I had a tumor (benign). Be a good boy and do what they say. I promise that I will never laugh over this happenstance. Oh and I was actually able to have my “navel” reconstructed at no extra charge. ❤

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    1. Oh dear! Thank you so much for your thoughts and the sympathy. Sounds like you had a bad time of it! I have to admit that I am not relishing going under general anesthetic. Blessing to you!

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  4. Here in the UK we have had a good few months of in and out. At the moment, we’re repeatedly being told ‘out is out’, so to read of an outy that can be transformed into an inny in a single day would be a refreshing change, if only my dear TJ didn’t have to undergo surgery. Joking aside, I will be thinking of you and wishing you well.

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    1. Thanks for the very apposite analogy. 🙂 Thanks also for the kind wishes. They mean a lot. You certainly do seem to be having your fair share of ins and outs at the moment. I will be in Oxford for a week later this year. I hope that Australians will not be on the Outer!


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