Hi all, well today was the final consultation and the pre-op appointment. We were in the hospital from 9:30 to 3:30. After yet another night of only 2 hours sleep due to hot flushes, I was embarrassed to find I fell asleep in the waiting room. The hot flushes were my own fault, I really pigged out with cauliflower based pizza (a full 10 inch pizza) for lunch, we also had a take away Indian for dinner. I only had a half a cup of rice, so there wasn't that many cabs in the day, it must have just been the sheer volume of food after 2 fasts and a 16:8 on the trot.
So after seeing the third surgeon and having a pile of tests and questions which included a 10 point heart ECG (heart in tip top condition), and a BP of 142/85 which is the weirdest reading I have ever had from another two specialist nurses (it felt like a half pint of blood too), I was given my surgery date. Whoop, whoop! On the 18th..... of this month!!! Eeek! 11 days from now! Gibber in fright, panic mode activated, must make sure a,b,c,d and the rest of the alphabet is done before then. But first, hit the sofa for a much needed nap.
I am still exhausted, but able to talk coherently now. Though I feel, yet again, as if I've been hit by a runaway truck and this time I can't use my right arm because I had it on hubby's hip as we both snoozed and its just gone wrong somehow.
I really don't know what I'm feeling, terrified of the surgery, worried that the house and family will fall apart whilst I'm convalescing, 6 weeks convalescence, no gym for 6 weeks, I'm going to be a blubbery whale at the end of that amount of time. Relief that the date is finally here and that I may soon be able to start cutting these tablets down and hopefully out of my life. I'm very, very mixed up right now and very tearful. I hope I'm better tomorrow, both physically and emotionally, I have shopping to do, oops, I better make sure my brand new Pajamas fit.
So after seeing the third surgeon and having a pile of tests and questions which included a 10 point heart ECG (heart in tip top condition), and a BP of 142/85 which is the weirdest reading I have ever had from another two specialist nurses (it felt like a half pint of blood too), I was given my surgery date. Whoop, whoop! On the 18th..... of this month!!! Eeek! 11 days from now! Gibber in fright, panic mode activated, must make sure a,b,c,d and the rest of the alphabet is done before then. But first, hit the sofa for a much needed nap.
I am still exhausted, but able to talk coherently now. Though I feel, yet again, as if I've been hit by a runaway truck and this time I can't use my right arm because I had it on hubby's hip as we both snoozed and its just gone wrong somehow.
I really don't know what I'm feeling, terrified of the surgery, worried that the house and family will fall apart whilst I'm convalescing, 6 weeks convalescence, no gym for 6 weeks, I'm going to be a blubbery whale at the end of that amount of time. Relief that the date is finally here and that I may soon be able to start cutting these tablets down and hopefully out of my life. I'm very, very mixed up right now and very tearful. I hope I'm better tomorrow, both physically and emotionally, I have shopping to do, oops, I better make sure my brand new Pajamas fit.