Friday, June 01, 2007
Oh my God, the hospital just rang..........
EEEEK! Sally the stoma nurse just rang and they have a space in theatre on 6th - next Wednesday, so can I come in on Tuesday 5th? Hell, why not, let's get it over and done with. My poor mum is not going to be best pleased that I had it without her but she won't have the worry about me during op time, she'll still be chilled out from her hols, and lets face it she deserved it! My head is fizzing now with all the things I need to do before I go in, lists of people I'd like to be contacted to say it's all gone well and when they can visit etc.
Oh crap and there's the housework and Karys's uniform for school and my suitcase to pack.........bloody hell. Oh and the weeding. Actually three days is plenty......don't panic Mr Mainwaring!
Apart from mum being out of the country (mum I'm really sorry, but I couldn't say no) I'm going to miss meeting up with all my Bum Bandit friends. I didn't think about that at the time of the phone call, obviously, but I'll just have to arrange something else post op - I'll have more to whinge about and can compare notes with the other stoma people, it'll be fine.
I feel like I'm on drugs, my head is all whizzy and I don't quite know what to do next, I've had a shower, had another hot drink, typing is helping keep my hands busy!
Right, anyway - I'll be asking little sis to post to let you know I've made it through the op - (I'd bloody better, mum will never forgive me otherwise)!
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