I’m having surgery tomorrow – a small bowel resection. At least that’s what I think it is, I’ve been so busy repressing I’ve forgotten all the technical terms the surgeon told me. Basically they are cutting out a segment of my squiggly inside bits. Somewhere near the terminal ilium (I have a terminal thingy inside me :eek:, is it like a bus terminus for my squiggly inside bits?)
I get to go into hospital today for all the pre-op purging and I’ve just decided I don’t want to do it. Not at all, no way, * :: shakes head vigorously :: *. Unlike the C. Section when I had my baby, this is something I could still get out of. It’s not like there is a living breathing human stuck inside me struggling to get out this time.
In an effort to pretend none of this is happening I have not even packed my bags to go to the hospital yet. No, I tell a lie I have one bag pack and that is my library bag which is full of all the books I plan to read while I’m not allowed to eat, drink, see visitors, get out of bed, go online, be a normal human being.
Is it just me or has every paragraph so far started with the letter “I”?
Leechboy is working today so a friend is driving me to the hospital; I was going to ask my MIL to do it because she would have hung around and held my hand. But it’s been a big week for her with one son having surgery on his heart and my SIL getting severe asthma and looking like she was going into early labour (28 weeks pregnant) – both are doing okay now but need some ‘mothering’. My friend will be here in 2 hours, possibly I should shower, dress and pack but the longer I sit here the longer I can pretend this isn’t happening.
I have had fun this morning though putting little surprises around for Leechboy. I’ve stashed can’s of vanilla coke in various spots around the house. Hidden frozen pizza’s and other meals in the freezer (he is easy to hide stuff from because you just put the object your hiding under something and he will never find it). Also I have boobie trapped his computer – I downloaded a screen saver with lots of boobies in it :p. And can I just say typing ‘boobies + screen saver’ into google gives some very interesting results. Rather educational really.
10am – time to go ring my friend and make sure she is awake. Damn this is really happening. Why did I agree to surgery. :smack: