Today's the day. Again.

Yesterday, C had a half-day at work, and in the meantime, I travelled from Royston via London Kings Cross, Victoria, Euston (met Malc McD for lunch!), Vauxhall, Kingston, West Croydon, Redhill, where C picked me up, and we’ve driven to Hickstead, staying the night in the Travelodge. Not too special, but it’s the nearest we could find near the hospital in Haywards Heath.

 

In 45 minutes I can have nothing to eat until after this afternoon’s op, which is why I’m up now, eating.

 

Thoughts right now are partially taken away by hearing the sad news of the passing of labrat78 (our thoughts are with her friends who reported this), but also my mind is stuck on thinking about this surgical follow-up. It’s been close to one year, end to end. It was after our previous doc sat on the case for a while that we found the services of another in the same practice. I’ve been to hospitals in Cambridge, Saffron Walden, Brighton and a telephone consultation with Lewes, and now, Haywards Heath.

 

It may seem like a lot of work for a simple little cyst. Now it’s starting to get less solid, but it has also stopped growing. I’m hoping that is a good sign, not a bad one.

 

Normal blogging service will resume another day. In the meantime, I have to go in at 1130, and I am down as an afternoon appointment. It’s general anaesthetic, and I’m down to have this done, then back out to recover. All going well, they will ensure I am good to go, before C drives me back to the hotel. If I need to stay overnight, well, I shall pack an overnight bag/change of clothes, just in case.

 

Yes, I hope this goes smoothly, and that nothing like it reoccurs again.