Surgery Day

It’s the day!

It’s 6.30am in Brighton and in 45 minutes I have to be at the hospital. My surgery window is anywhere between 8am and 11.30am. (And honestly, I’m so tired they may not need anaesthetic! Who invented 6.30am?)

Basically they will knock me out, do the deed, wake me up in the afternoon to check I’m sound, then leave me to sleep it off until Friday morning when they kick me out. So this is it!

My bra is in the bin, which I am obscenely happy about. But I am a bit grumpy this morning, thanks to the rule of nil by mouth since midnight, not even fluids since 5am. I want an OJ, damnit.

My hospital bag is finally ready, as of last night, and I go armed with things to do. I won’t however have my laptop as it’s too heavy to pick up afterwards, so this is the last you’ll hear from me until probably Friday.

Wish me luck, guys!

#boobwar is over