Had a call from neurosurgery at 11 to say that my op is on for tomorrow. I’m to arrive on Fal at 1030.
The relief hits in a physical flollop. This evening L visited en route between Cornwall and Coventry, and had some lovely deliveries including a knitted mermaid with three pink knitted crabs, a swimmer keyring, and a stack of audio books.
I feel quite afraid this evening, which I wasn’t last Friday. Maybe more to do with the potential for no beds again. All I can do is hope it all happens without a hitch.
I’ll be off line for a while.
Thank you for your support and friendship.