I’ve just read somewhere that I should de-varnish my toe nails before I go to hospital. Humpf! A post-transplant pedicure will be a must. I wonder if it constitutes as receiving of gifts/monies if Blokey pays for it?
We took the cats to the cattery this morning. I always feel dreadfully mean when I take my beautiful little fluffballs away from home. I imagine they must be scared that they’ll never see me again (Mog was so scared that he poo’d in his basket halfway there!). Then I envisage them becoming all excited when they spy me again and come tumbling into my arms for love and cuddles. This never happens; they generally just scowl at me and spend a good two hours completely ignoring us once we get them home.
Poor little buggers. They’re in a ‘room’ together for the next ten days. They’ll either have become the bestest of friends, or one (probably Dora) will have killed the other (probably Mog).
I am surprisingly calm. The ONLY thing which is bugging me is my period. Each time I toddle into the bathroom for a wee I expect to discover that I’ve started, and I haven’t. I have the sore boobies and the fuzzy belly, and I have the pre-period feeling in my
snatch girly area (I’m really hoping that other women understand what I mean … I’d hate to think that I’m odd.) But no yuckiness yet (although what’s the betting the next time I go my period will jump out at me, waving a red flag and screaming, BOO!)
I’m not sure how ridiculous I’m being. I’m going to have major surgery, involving the removal of a perfectly healthy organ. I’m going to wake up in pain, with a urinary catheter (yikes) after having some surgeon stuff his hand (it’s only a little hand) inside me to wrench out my kidney. I’m going to have to eat hospital food and share a room with strangers.
And all I’m worried about is having my period and needing some nurse to ‘sort me out’ down there.
I KNOW they’ve dealt with it before squillions of times. But this is MY time so I’m allowed to be a little freaked, yes? Besides, I think that having the worry of my menstrual cycle at the forefront of my mind makes everything else seem utterly insignificant and therefore far easier to deal with.
I can only hope that this experience will set me up for life; EVERYTHING will be a doddle in comparison and I’ll never feel the need to worry about stupid things like periods and enemas ever again.