Less than 24 hours now Until my mini-break in Chelsea

This time tomorrow (bus and train companies obliging) I should be checked in to the Marsden for my surgery/holiday (radical hysterectomy, bilateral salpingectomy and oophorectomy) (perhaps a few lymph nodes will also disappear at the robot’s discretion)......

Peter is going to come with me (not take me - I should be capable of taking myself tomorrow), and Ned says he is coming too......however....I am not going to wait at the door for him, can’t risk being late!
I have to have one last shower with the antiseptic wash (which is actually not as bad as I feared) and have whatever I need with me for one (or two, if I simply cannot cope) night (s) at the hospital.
I have reading material galore, new PJs, headphones, rescue remedy, homeopathic treatments, a new heart-shaped hot water bottle, a multiple of pillows, a cold water tea infuser, loads of chocolate and other sweeties (currently hidden, otherwise they wouldn’t be there) -  my craft room is ready and waiting for when I’m up and about, there is food in the freezer, laundry is almost finished......so.....I think I’m almost ready to go!

A few lovely friends have messaged me and asked me if I’m feeling anxious. Just typing that sentence has caused a few butterflies! I wasn’t feeling anxious until then.

As I told my doctor last week, I feel very much like I did when I did my bungee jump on my 60th birthday - I’m putting myself in the hands of the professionals - they do this stuff every day and they know what they’re doing. I also told my doctor that I wouldn’t be leaving the hospital (where I’m assuming there is an amply stocked drug cupboard) until I felt that I could cope without serious analgesia....... trust me.....not that brave.

Rupert (and Jaye) will be my chauffeur for the return journey (Ned will be in Geneva - don’t ask) and I’m sure I’ll also see Josh when he can manage to get to London.

Here goes - think of it as a little holiday! Will be updating my blog when I am uterus free.

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