Two days to go and I’m already in a state of panic. Even tho I *know* intellectually this is the right decision for me, I’m still scared. Not that the operation will go wrong, all sorts of things may happen but I’m ok with that. I think it’s just the idea of not being able to cope afterwards… plus the pain of course 😀
I’m still the same weight as yesterday, probably because of the food I ate instead of just drinking the shakes and tea/coffee. Ah well, too late now.
I ran out of Valdoxan a few days ago but didn’t seem to be experiencing any withdrawal symptoms. Silly me, I got up this morning with a splitting headache, aching stomach, sore throat… even my teeth hurt! I’d gone to the GP yesterday and got a new script but couldn’t be bothered getting it filled, like I said bad move. Meh, life goes on luckily. Two Advil and two Valdoxan tabs and I feel almost normal… whatever that is.
Anyway, time for the morning shake and get on with ‘stuff’. For a start I have to go clean up the dog crap before the gardener gets here to mow and tidy the garden, weeding etc. Lucky me… . After that I can get on with the cleaning and then… tomorrow… sit by the toilet after taking the utterly foul pico prep. I have things to do in there so the time won’t be totally wasted. And from then… to the hospital on Friday morning and the fatalism sets in. From there on I have “The Plan” to follow. 😀
I wonder if I’ll be home on Sunday to see the Grand Final of the Footy?? I wonder if I’ll be home at all?? 😦
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