So I had my pre-operation assessment on Tuesday. The nurse was very nice and explained the procedure for admission, the operation itself and what happens afterwards, like having a catheter fitted and then being albe to get up the next day to go to the loo (and shower if I feel like it). I was even cheered by the news that as long as everything goes smoothly, I will only be in hospital for 2 nights. I’ve been mentally preparing (and packing) for 4-5 nights, as most things I’ve been reading have been saying this is the length of time spent in the hospital. So fingers crossed I’ll be back home by middle of next week.
Then yesterday was a strange day. I don’t know if it was reality kicking in after Tuesdays appointment or I was just getting anxious but I was tearful and feeling a bit flat. I guess this is normal. It’s not everyday you are about to have a major operation. And I’ve always been one to blub with the best of them!
So if you need to cry, then cry. It makes you feel a whole lot better to get it out.
And today I’m feeling positive again. It’s my last day at work and then a weekend of pampering and spending time with loved ones. And I’m sure a couple of glasses of champagne to toast the future (and farewell to my ovaries!)