The day has finally arrived!
I tell you, I cannot fault the hospital, I got first class porter service with my bags and I have already checked out every inch of my room. They even have posh toiletries in the bathroom, will be taking those home for my mums collection!
It’s not long before my surgeon comes to see me.
He had already explained he was going to draw on me. I didn’t realise it was going to be with an actual Sharpie pen! “I hope that comes off and doesn’t poison me” I say to myself. Then I realise I sound like my mum!
Before that he takes out a Doppler, apparently it’s to work out where my blood vessels are, all in preparation for moving my back tissue around to the front to “fill” the hole where Lenny has been.
Omg, I look like a human sewing pattern.
“Do you mind if I take a few photos” he asks
“No problem” I say!!!
Bloody hell, my first topless photo shoot, I am hoping the Sharpie pen helps them to look less “somewhat droopy” on the photos!
I have already calculated that I will probably be called for just before lunch, plenty of time for a fix of day time tv! Hubby’s created a small Facebook group to keep close family and friends informed on what is happening today. It saves him sending multiple texts to everyone and then we all know as much as each other. The banter is starting and everyone is sending Lenny his his final goodbyes
I am very welcome of the en-suite today, amazing how your body reacts to the nerves!
“Are you ready to come down” says the nurse
“Er its only 9:45” I say
“Yes he’s ready for you”
“Shit!!!!!!!!!” I shout
Ok, I need to get these bloody ted socks on first. I look rather sexy with my hospital gown and bottle green knee high ted socks – NOT! But even the humour of my look doesn’t take away the nerves and here comes the shaking!
The nurse walks me down to the pre-theatre room. A lovely theatre staff lady checks me in.
“Are you cold?” she says
“More nerves” ……I explain my reason
“Please can you keep my husband up to speed and let him know when I am in recovery. It’s really important he knows I am ok.”
I explain the birth situation and how he thought he had lost me by the language they had used.
She reassured me of what they would do.
I sat on the pre-theatre bed, so this was it. It was a very bizarre situation, they even had a tv in here, escape to the country. I wish I could escape back to the bloody countryside but I knew this was the only route that the little bas5ard lump was getting out
The next bit was the bit I hate, the countdown.
“Please don’t countdown will you?” I say…… I am shaking like a leaf, god knows how they are gonna get a cannula in me.
“No worries, what’s your favourite drink,?…… and don’t tell me what water” he says
“Gin, large gin and tonic”
“large gin and tonic coming your way”
This is it………..Lenny, you are the weakest lump goodbye!