Well, we felt much more cheerful last night on our way back from Bristol, and it wasn't just because the sun was shining, the roads were quiet and the M32 was NOT closed!
The pre-op was fine with the usual repetitive questions, blood taking etc. All the nurses were kind and efficient, as you'd expect. Maybe the Bristol Royal Infirmary is not the hospital from hell after all...
What really cheered us up was bumping into Mr Abbadi by the lifts. He confirmed that the laparoscopy is definitely next Tuesday 11th (we had not had hospital confirmation tho did get a phonecall this morning) and he wants me in at 7am for a 7.30 start. And he says there's lots of planning with cardiologists going on behind the scenes...So maybe some action is coming?
In the evening was my Book Club where it was good to see all the 'girls'. We had quite a lively discussion about the Atul Gawande 'Being Mortal', which I mentioned before, over a glass of wine. No conclusions reached, of course, except that we all want to grow old, keeping marbles and health and dying in our own beds. No one wants dementia or terminal illness but at least we've been encouraged to face our options and what choices we might make. Now I can go back to my undemanding, escapist thrillers and detective stories...
The pre-op was fine with the usual repetitive questions, blood taking etc. All the nurses were kind and efficient, as you'd expect. Maybe the Bristol Royal Infirmary is not the hospital from hell after all...
What really cheered us up was bumping into Mr Abbadi by the lifts. He confirmed that the laparoscopy is definitely next Tuesday 11th (we had not had hospital confirmation tho did get a phonecall this morning) and he wants me in at 7am for a 7.30 start. And he says there's lots of planning with cardiologists going on behind the scenes...So maybe some action is coming?
In the evening was my Book Club where it was good to see all the 'girls'. We had quite a lively discussion about the Atul Gawande 'Being Mortal', which I mentioned before, over a glass of wine. No conclusions reached, of course, except that we all want to grow old, keeping marbles and health and dying in our own beds. No one wants dementia or terminal illness but at least we've been encouraged to face our options and what choices we might make. Now I can go back to my undemanding, escapist thrillers and detective stories...
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