My poor nose and throat

Well that's an experience I'd rather not have to endure again in a hurry. My 24 pH pull through examination is in my gullet and the readings are under way.
I was a true Essex girl and thankfully the days of my colourful sex life had stood me in good course for swallowing the tubes!
Why they have to go in via my nostril is beyond me? Yet another form of torture under the banner of the NHS I guess, but I performed like a trooper and when they said swallow, I did.
In fact the nurse said that I was the quickest examination that they had ever done. I was just very glad that I remembered to take my mascara off before going into the ward.
I asked the specialist if his pet hamster used to hide from him when he was a child, as at what point do you think, 'I know, when I grow up I'm going to stick tubes up peoples noses and down their throats!'
Did his pets walk round with stunned expressions and straws stuck up their nostrils?
See I just knew wanting to be a ballerina was boring!
They reckon that the examination should take up to an hour getting the two tubes in and one set of readings done, but I was done well under 30mins and on my way to find Julie and Reni who we had sent off to get a cuppa on the ground floor of the hospital.
In fact I think the girls thought I had legged it when I stood in front of them asking for a cuppa!

Now however, I'm not feeling quite as chirpy. It feels really gritty, as if I have something stuck in my throat which of course I have, another wire kitted out with a sensor that sends messages to the recorder that I'm wearing around my waist like a bumbag.
Every time I eat something, it must be sending messages to the recorder that I'm wearing, as I get like can only be described as an electric shock sensation in my nose.
To eat I have to cover the nostril with the tube in it with my finger and press down on the nostril just to stop the shocks.
Not liking this bit one iota and I've still got to sleep with the damn thing in and joy of joys, I then have to remove it myself at 2.30pm tomorrow. Yuk.

I wasn't in the greatest mood with my mother either tonight I'm ashamed to say. I had gone round as soon as I got home to see her. She had my sister round in the morning changing the curtains and my brother and sister-in-law were there visiting when I went round. So she had seen plenty of people.
While I was there, I told her that I might not feel up to cooking for her at night and when I rang to confirm my suspicions, she starting moaning that her TV had gone funny yet again.
To say I really didn't feel up to it, was an understatement and when I got there and it was working perfectly, I could have throttled her. It was only the fact that sudden movements with this blasted thing in me sent electric shocks up my nose that stopped me shouting at her!
I know she is 93, but I do wish she would try harder at times and stop expecting me to do everything all the time.
I'm off to bed to sulk soon.

Lots of love Debbie x