So it’s Monday 14th November , 13 weeks post c section and I’m back in the sexy green hospital socks, backless gown and tagged up around my wrist. I have carried off this look so many times I’m thinking I should invest in my own personalised gown rather than an over boiled one, softer on the skin!
I feel less anxious this morning than most hospital admissions, whether that’s because I’m not in desperate pain as such or that this minor surgery is planned I don’t know.
I feel a cheat a little though, cheat because I’m booked into a lovely private hospital, I’ve ordered my lunch and set up in my own little room with a view. I’ve decided to go private because, in all honesty the waiting lists are so long at the moment on the NHS I wanted to get ahead of the game, be well for Christmas (hopefully) and have work done before I flare again. (I know that sounds defeatist but I have to be real, Mr Crohns is never far away). So I have to be prepared. However all the good work the hospital up the road as done for me , the team and the nurses I feel like I have gone to the dark side. Ha. at least I’ve freed up a space for some poor soul to have NHS work sooner I guess.
So, wish me luck. Whilst you’re all at work I’ll be indulging in a heavy dose of general anaesthetic and pain relief … eeeeee floaty!
Happy Monday x