It’s around 9:30 in the morning and I’m sitting in a hospital side room waiting to be called. I’ve seen the anaesthetist, the consultant and various nurses. I have on one of those delightfully attractive hospital gowns, mine is particularly special as it has no tapes half way down the back so my bum is hanging out! I also have some support stockings to top off the look!
There was some confusion as to whether I will be kept in tonight but it now appears that I will be.
I’m very afraid. Not of the outcome but of the process itself.
I had a bit of a shock earlier when I was asked if I would consider a local anaesthetic instead of a general. I think I was as forceful in my shock and horror of this suggestion as I could be without resorting to profanities!
So, this is it. I’ll write more after the surgery.