Busy doing somewhat more

Goodness, there is a lot to do before surgery, even very minor surgery. So far today I've phoned to confirm what time I need to be at the Churchill (11.00 am - upside: we don't have to get up at 4.00 in the morning to be there on time; downside: I am going to be bloody hungry by the time they take me in to surgery); phoned the doctor to ask for a continuation on my medical certificate; taken my nail varnish off (my toenails are disgusting!); done a load of washing; washed out the kitchen bin - this unrelated to surgery, it just needed doing; run the vacuum cleaner round, on the grounds that I don't know when I'll be able to do it again; and, in between times, stuck blobs of anti-MRSA cream up my nose. Oh, the unrelenting glamour of it all.

The doctor phoned me back later; she's still happy to sign me off for the pleural effusion, but a bit puzzled as to why it's not being dealt with. As am I. Oh, well: maybe we'll have some answers after tomorrow.

I've winnowed down the contents of my handbag; I need to take that, the green hospital bag, and my tote bag with nightie, dressing gown and slippers (and a couple of books and a puzzle book). I'll pack a sponge bag, too, and leave it in Judy's car in case it's needed.

Rather inconveniently, my appetite seems to have decided to come back. I'll have a can of Dunn's River just before the cut-off deadline, and hope that sees me through. On the upside, I can, at least, have black coffee in the morning. No painkillers, I guess. I'll just have to suffer.

One weight off my mind: we managed to Frontline the ShadowCat last night. That really would have been a problem if we hadn't got it done.

Looking at the hospital bumf, I see that I have to be accompanied by a 'responsible adult'. HAH!