… now complete.

Two days earlier than expected.

I’ll be running like Usain Bolt, before you know it….

Yeah right – more like Oscar Pistorius… without his blades.

On a serious note, here are some thoughts of mine, regarding the operation.

I am writing these before I go down to theatre (Tuesday), but have decided against publishing them, until surgery is complete and I am back on the ward…

• Woken up at 6.45am, by a nurse keen to get me washed and the bedsheets changed. Apparently, having tiny bits of smoky bacon crisp, stuck to your skin, is not very hygienic, if going to theatre.
• Clearly there’s no breakfast for me – I’m Nil By Mouth. I could give or take the toast, but would commit murder for a coffee.
• At least I won’t go thirsty – they have me on a drip. Sadly, it’s a drip of saline and not a flat white.
• Serious bit alert… I’m not scared about having an operation. I have a lot of faith in the surgeon. I also know that I have no alternative, but to have this operation – unless I want to live in bed, suffering with strong pain, for the rest of my life.
• I feel a tad selfish – while I don’t expect or think anything will go wrong, if the very worst should happen, I won’t suffer or know anything about it. Those I would leave behind – my wife and family – would be the ones to have their lives ruined.
• Apologies for the two bullet points above, pretty hard stuff there. Although, as you’re reading this, you know that I’m ok.
• Everytime I hear a trolley coming down the corridor, towards my bedroom, I wonder if it’s the porters, coming for me.
• A nurse has taped my wedding ring to my finger. Obviously, I never forget that I am wearing the ring, but this simple act of securing it to my finger, makes me feel even more settled and that my wife, Claire, will be with me, as I am in theatre.
• Post-surgery, I’d love to think I would have the appetite to devour a huge plate of nachos and a large margarita from Pizza Express. Chances are, I’ll be sick and being begged to have a nibble of toast.
• This is one of the reasons I’m blogging now. All I will need to do, when I return to the ward, is hit the PUBLISH button, under this post.
• I think that’s about it. Wish me luck, although that’s a stupid thing to say, as like I said, the fact you’re reading this means that the operation is complete.

I’ve refrained from proof-reading all of the above.