On Wednesday they will knock me out and drill through my head. Did I mention I was nervous? I'm also supposed to be taking my first kickboxing belt next Sunday, so here's hoping I get my balance back in time, eh? :o)
The operation will be on Wednesday, I presume in the morning. It is supposed to last over two hours, so I'm probably going to be a bit knocked out. Although I would love to have people come and see me, please don't anybody feel guilty for not doing so because a)I'll have my Mum and Stef visiting anyway b) I will be boring company, I imagine and c) I'm crap at going to see other people in hospitals, so I don't see why anybody should come and see me.
I am disallowing comments on this post, because I know you'll all want to wish me good luck and hugs and stuff, and there's only so much love one girl's inbox can take. So I'm just going to arrogantly assume that you all want the op to go well and will be thinking good thoughts/sending magical vibes/completely forgetting until after it's all over but hoping it went well anyway, and I'll see you all soon.
All being well, they should let me out on Thursday. Otherwise hopefully Friday, so I may be going straight from the hospital to the pub!