Happy Monday!
I have to get to John Hunter Hospital at 6.15 am (poor Mick) and will be in there for god knows how many days. I'll be getting a tracheostomy, so I'll be unable to speak for a while. That bit really creeps me out (it's odd what bothers you when facing a litany of horrors), especially the thought of encountering that bitch nurse again and not being unable to respond to her.
As some sort of consolation I bought a new note pad and pens today.
I can at least express my discomfort/indignation/desperate desire to get the hell out of there in ballpoint.
Sorry I haven't posted, by the way. I've just been floating in a painkiller haze, feeling sorry for myself. I've tried to capitalise on what time I had left as a relatively normal-looking person, but I couldn't muster the enthusiasm.
Needless to say, apart form the self-admistered morphine drip I've been promised, the best thing about any of this is the fact I have Mick.
I've warned him repeatedly that, after this surgery, he's going to be waking up next to the Elephant Man.
He just gives me a kiss and tells me to stop being silly.
I love him so much.
Anyway, wish me luck!
Rocky and Wiz, oblivious to my medical situation, angling for carrots this morning:
Ha. You'll still be the same happy blogger, I hope? They're not cutting your sense of humor out, are they? Good luck. Make drawings. Save all the notes. xonorm
ReplyDeleteI didn't read this earlier but I hope all went well with your procedure and recovery.
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