Today’s the day.... #kickthatuterus

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tting in the pre-op holding bay- Peter and Ned have gone for breakfast - told them not to come back - all a bit tense when we were in the waiting room along with loads of other people awaiting today’s surgery- I had to warn Peter that a lot of people might be anxious or distressed and they quite possibly don’t need to hear the Quineys “having a laugh”...... especially when one of them is rather deaf and laughs particularly loudly!
On the commuter train here, Peter couldn’t quite get over how many people were out and about and how busy it was “they must know that the legend was going in to town today....” on the bus to East Croydon, he loudly asked what all those people were doing out at this hour!!

On the train, we saw two people with fold up bikes (Bromptons)  and Peter was pleased to see that there is room on trains for commuters with cycles - not like the old days when one had to travel in the mail van...... this reminded me of an occasion in the early 80s when I accompanied my brother Pete to the Welsh borders to visit brother Paul and Averil, in Oswestry. Brother Pete was in his wheelchair and we had to do the journey in the mail van- a couple of changes as I recall..... somewhere remote.... at one small station in the wilds of Shropshire, the door was opened and the mail bags were chucked in- on top of Pete in his chair, and me sitting on a box.... followed by a small shout of “SORRY!” when they realised that humans were in here!

Told this tale on the train up today - much laughter and happy reminisces about my brother, and the scrapes we had with him. Glad he’s not around to watch me going through this journey - he would have hated it.

Back to today. I’ve met my surgeon and her team. I’ve met the anaesthetist who’s warmed me of all sorts of dire complications (tooth damage, blood transfusions, arterial lines etc etc).... I have consented to an onlooker from Blackburn (told them that if I’m asleep they can bring the whole bus queue in- I don’t mind), and been measured for Ted stockings (my right ankle is a whole centimetre bigger than the left- who knew?), and had obs done. Yes - I have honestly tasted since last night, I had a sip of water when I cleaned my teeth, and I’m SECOND on the list- the robot has to deal with someone else first. We think I’ll be going down (theatres in the basement here) at about 12 noon- so if all goes well, I should be waking up and MOST importantly, having a cup of tea, around 3.30-4pm.

I need to save the battery on my phone. So I’m going to turn it off now. Apologies for typos - tricky on the phone- now I’m going to carry on crocheting my blanket and perhaps read my book.

Bye everyone. When I return to my blog, I’ll be lighter! (Glass half full)

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  1. RetiredlayaboutNovember 22, 2018 at 4:29 AM

    When you read this it'll be all over, bar the 'ouchy ouchy' until you get the drugs!
    Sending you lots and lots of love xxxxxxxxxx

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