Well lucky that I never unpacked my overnight stuff from last week for my hospital visit. I have to see the consultant again and I'm going to feel very sheepish when I creep in the door and explain that I chickened out of surgery last Wednesday "cluck cluck, baaaa". From the clinic I will probably be sent to the trauma ward where I will have to wait hours in an uncomfortable chair then get changed in the loos - nice!
I'm not looking forward to having to fast again from 10.30 onwards although my appetite hasn't been great recently so maybe I won't notice. Not being able to drink is the killer though. My wonderful friend Jo is coming with me, a) to keep me company and b) to make sure I don't do a runner. I will have to wear a brace for 6 weeks and I don't know how much that will affect my fibro. Guess I'm about to find out.
Now I'm off to have a nice evening meal, pasta bakel followed by posh ice cream and I intend to enjoy every mouthful cos it will be the last thing I'm eating for a while.
Hopefully I'll still be here to post more inane ramblings after the op