I've begun downing water like it's going out of fashion, I've tossed a few sets of jammies on my bed to pack, kitchen is kind of clean, dinner is all done, and I think we're nearly at the point where we can't really prep much more. The only jobs I have left to do is finish packing, gather together a few art supplies to put beside the bed in case I get the urge, and gather up some blu rays to put in the bedroom. That's about it really. I'm watching a pretty awesome movie at the moment, so as soon as it goes to an add I'll move into the bedroom and finish packing.
So, I'm talking about the mundane because I'm avoiding talking about the actual event. The truth is, I'm scared. I'm scared about the needle, I'm scared about the anaesthetic, I'm scared about the waking up, the pain, the logistics of how I'm going to shower, go to the bathroom, and then how I'm going to get home, deal with the pain, and generally live for the next three months of my life. I can't really dress that up any other way. In my mind I know that I'll get through it, because I always do....it's just the unknown I can't stand.
My beautiful new friend Lisa gave me a "Post Op Survival kit" consisting of a chick flick, a funny book and chocolate :) :) I love that girl! And my workmates decided to attack me with ink stamps, forcing me to go to Big W with my arms covered in "data entered" or "postage paid" or "true and certified copy" LOL I guess they just wanted to brand me before I left!!!! It made my last day at work a real treat.
So, my life is about to dramatically change for a while. I'm going to have to rely on Brad and others more than I ever have before. Perhaps that's what scares me most.
I wont be blogging for a little bit as a result, so I guess it really is "until next time",
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