Expectations

7.30 am

here I am - sitting in bed a whole 48 hours before I need to check in (using this term because it might make me feel as if I’m off on my holiday) at the Royal Marsden, Fulham Road.

What do I have to do?

There’s tons of thoughts running through my head - I must remember to shower (ALL OVER, INCLUDING HAIR) with the special antiseptic wash I’ve been given, at least twice, and it must also include the day of surgery - so I’ll have to be up super early for that......

I must do all outstanding laundry - can’t be leaving Peter chores other than pandering to my every whim.

I must cook at least two extra meals (see reason above)

I must make sure the house is relatively clean.

I must put the recycling bins out today (collection date has been moved to wednesdays, and the bin men will not collect anything that isn’t within reach of the pavement 😰)

I must finish tidying my craft room ready for action when I’m up and about again.

I must buy milk.

I must cast on the knitting that I’m planning to do whilst sitting completely still....... (project which must be done sooner rather than later)

I must buy the bits and bobs I forgot to include in my online delivery (that’s what happens when you do online food shopping at ridiculous times)

I must strategically place all pillows (gifts from Anne-Marie) so that I will be comfortable wherever I find myself.

I must re-read all the instructions from the hospital to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything - complete all the research surveys that have to be done pre-operatively.

I must finish sorting through my “goody hamper” - organising the edibles from the smellies (that would be a dangerous mistake, and possibly ugly)

I must quickly tidy the garden (just looked out of the window - cancel that....)

I must reply to people who don’t do social media - have had so many communications, I can’t remember who I’ve actually spoken to, and who I haven’t!

I must start to put my bits together in my hospital bag (again, this may give me the notion that a holiday is imminent....)

This is me signing out today. Preparing for rest and recuperation (hopefully in cold weather so I can snuggle up in my Cornish Hug Blanket (thank you Ali)


There’ll be more to add to this list as brain ticks away.

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