A few weeks ago I went to see a consultant about an umbilical hernia I’ve had since the last stages of pregnancy with my second child. (I didn’t realise I had it for ages, as I just thought it was a slightly disgusting popped out belly button…)
I tried to explain to the doctor who saw me that in addition to teaching fitness classes as one of my many jobs, I’m also quite a serious amateur athlete, so it was very important for me to know how long the recovery was going to be, as I had so many races planned. I also asked about a possibility of doing the operation under local anaesthetic, not the general he mentioned. He dismissed that without even explaining why, and then I was shipped off to one of the nurses who measured me and gave me the information about the procedure.
I left the hospital feeling quite angry because the expected recovery time from something like this was going to be about six weeks. Anyone who knows me at all will be aware of my inability to rest… But after a bit of a cry to my husband about not being able to train for what seemed like ages (I’m such a girl sometimes!) I decided that I was just going to get it done as soon as possible.
However, because I felt so uncomfortable with the consultant, I decided to go and see someone else. If I was going to go ahead with an operation that required a general anaesthetic and was going to put me out for over a month exercise wise, I would at least like to feel comfortable about it. So I made an appointment, which I had yesterday. And I’m so pleased I did! According to this guy, the hernia is so small that if it doesn’t hurt me or affect my training in any way, he sees no point in operating. He said that with me being slim, the stitches could cause a problem even a year down the line, plus there was also a risk of the hernia returning. But if I did insist on having it done, it could be done under a local.
So the moral of the story is… Don’t go along with anything unless you are comfortable with it. Ok, I still have a funny looking belly button. But if getting my nice ‘innie’ back means I have to go without exercise for six weeks, I’d rather choose to carry on living with my ‘dodgy’ belly button. Plus I gathered that if I work hard enough towards even a bit of a six pack, no one will pay any attention to my random belly button.
And also, let’s face it, it’s not that often that I get my belly out anyway, so I think I’ll be just fine…