So this morning a couple of minutes before leaving home for the hospital, having washed in nasty anti microbial stuff, drunk about a gallon of pre med protein drinks and starved as required, I answered the phone to the dreaded words. Apparently the anaesthetist is ill. It will be rescheduled asap.
So, many many thanks for all your well wishes for today. I’m going out to see some nice birds at the Wetlands Centre and then for lunch in an attempt to feel calmer and happier. Obviously I have now used up my monthly allowance of foul language so I probably won’t scare the wildfowl.
Once I have a new appointment, I’ll let you all know, but there will be less in the way of histrionics about it and I’ll hold the well wishes over till then if that’s OK!