Well, there was me thinking that there was no chance of me being in hospital any time soon. I even said so yesterday.
The hospital phoned today. Provided they don’t cancel again, I’m booked in for next Friday.
I’m not really sure how I feel about that. Well, I suppose I do know, but it’s a bit of a mish-mash.
Fear, predominantly. Well, who wouldn’t?
Relief that it’ll finally be over and done with very soon.
Anticipation of feeling properly well again – I haven’t been for nearly 4 years now.
And finally, disappointment. Although I know I’m not healthy and I often feel a bit rubbish, at the same time I do feel much stronger than I can remember feeling for a very long time, and I don’t want to lose that. I know I’ll regain it in the future, but it was blooming hard work getting this far and it’s a bit galling (pardon the pun) to think that I’ll have to start all over again.
Anyway, I haven’t told the littles yet, so keep schtum for now!!
I can’t give you a picture of my gall bladder (although give it a week or so….) so instead, here are said littles. Making Christmas cards. In November. Sigh.