Happy new year folks!
Rest and rehab is going well. Was flitting between the parents and home for Christmas. My parents are still alive which is a compliment both to myself and the NHS for the strength of morphine they sent me there with. The horrified look on my Mum’s face as my Aunty painted my toes was enough of a happy to get me through my time there.
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Greetings friends, enemies, family and those looking for porn…
I’ve scheduled this to hit the web at 7am on the 19th of December, at which point I will be in a hospital awaiting the operation I’ve wanted for years. Nowt major, well, it is but y’know…
I only told a few people so please don’t be mad if you are a family member and you didn’t know, I just wanted to draw the waggons close and keep it quiet. If all goes according to plan I’ll slip in and be back doing your heads in as soon as. Of course this is all a bit of a risk, until they put me in the gown I won’t actually accept that it’s happening. If that is the way this goes down then this post and the other 13 or so I wrote during the last few weeks will make very funny reading; especially if the post after this says that the operation didn’t happen.
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So here’s where my head is hours before we do this thing; flippant to the point of annoying. I do think about what’s to come but the way I figure it, everyone who is important to me will know how special they are to me so that if anything happens nothing is left unsaid. In terms of my life being in someone else’s hands for a few hours tomorrow I can’t really focus on that too much.
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So here it is, the day before the day. I expected to be a big ball of stress but I am not. Went to see Mum and Dad, Mum hugged me loads and we did a Santa video for Elliot. I came back to a houseful which is also nice, Anna intent on feeding me right up to the 2-30am deadline, there really is a sense that we are all in this together. I’ve said it before, I will probably say it again, I am very lucky to be going into this with the people I have around me.
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I have to admit something. There have been minor moments of worry in the last few days. My Mum rang and got onto talking about it, the “my son’s life will be in the hands of someone else” was a wobbly moment for me. I know all that is true, I’ve tried to plough on but when someone says it to you it kinda hits like a hammer. Today is Sunday morning just after midnight, I searched for my hospital information booklet in a fashion that could be described as frantic, and I read it more than once. Erm, yes. Moving on.
The bottom line is, if you look at the situation longer than A) go to sleep B) surgeon does his thing C) Wake up and D) get massive hugs off everyone and a sneaky Maccies off Anna – of course you get into the questions. What if? So let’s not look at it for long enough for those to come up.
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