Tomorrow, 31st, will see me admitted to hospital, and it will be a long day, though hopefully I should be asleep for most of it.
My admission papers ask for me to bathe/shower and wash my hair before going into hospital. OK, I can do that, but with an 8am admittance time and allowing for the rush hour traffic to get there, means I shall be getting up around 5.30 to do it! Yikes.
Good job we’ve been given an extra hour this weekend.
Nothing to eat or drink from midnight, so at least I don’t have to worry about breakfast.
Besides, a day without food isn’t exactly going to hurt me, I still have reserves you know!
I had a second appointment from the hospital arrive in the post on Thursday.
A little confused, I rang the breast clinic and the hospital department concerned as I had visions of being under anaesthetic and expected elsewhere at the same time.
This happened to MOH last year, when he was sent two appointments within a couple of hours of each other, BUT IN DIFFERENT HOSPITALS which were opposite ends of Bristol.
No, it appears that this secondary appointment is a vital part of the procedure and means I will have to trot along to radiology for an injection to light up my body from within, thus marking the way for the Surgeon to identify the lymph nodes for removal at the same time as Humphrey.