A call from admissions this morning. My surgery is booked for 22nd July. A Monday. I’m down for an afternoon op.
She offered me the 24th at first, but when I said that’s a good way to celebrate my birthday (I’ll be 61 on that date), she said, “Oh let’s make it a few days earlier in that case. Can’t operate on your birthday.” Ha.
I was fine with either date but maybe cake will be on the menu by the 24th!
Have to be at the hospital for 7AM. No food or water after 6AM. Only a light breakfast pre 6AM if needed – slice of toast, a cup of tea.
She warned me surgeries can be cancelled at the last minute or rearranged at short notice. I was prepared for that.
So one month to go.
Nothing like an actual date to focus the mind. Now where did I put that new toothbrush ...?
She offered me the 24th at first, but when I said that’s a good way to celebrate my birthday (I’ll be 61 on that date), she said, “Oh let’s make it a few days earlier in that case. Can’t operate on your birthday.” Ha.
I was fine with either date but maybe cake will be on the menu by the 24th!
Have to be at the hospital for 7AM. No food or water after 6AM. Only a light breakfast pre 6AM if needed – slice of toast, a cup of tea.
She warned me surgeries can be cancelled at the last minute or rearranged at short notice. I was prepared for that.
So one month to go.
Nothing like an actual date to focus the mind. Now where did I put that new toothbrush ...?