Thursday and I wake up after a peaceful night which had vivid dreams in it. Comforting dreams, which was good, so I woke up feeling I had had a good nights sleep. I was not eager to get out of bed and allowed myself to rest until late into the morning. It feels as if I am better at the moment when I am horizontal. Uluru (bladder stone) seems to be okay at night and when I am laid flat but begins to produce symptoms when I get vertical and the day wears on. I check my vitals, which are good and then check my messages and social media. There is the final invoice for the work the builder badgers have done so I get that paid via internet banking and then amuse myself watching some Mock the Week, Scenes We Would Like to See. At last I get up.
Breakfast is late which means so are my morning meds, after which I spend time on Moonpig sending some cards. With noon whizzing by I start to draft the blog and think about about my afternoon and organising myself to g to the hospital tomorrow for my pre operation assessment. My guess, my hope is that I am just going to answer a lot of questions, the same ones as I answered on my electronic pre op questionnaire. They will probably want blood and urine samples and to see if I can stand up from a seated position and have capacity to sign a consent form they will not want me to read properly. I will be interested to see how they present the catalogue of things that can go wrong all of which of course will be my fault if I consent to the operation.
My afternoon passes and somehow slides into a Stars Wars film and the Post Office enquiry where a clearly slimy solicitor who was involved in the Post Office strategy to minimize the post master scandal was being grilled. What I could not resist was the fact that he worked for Womble, Bond and Dickson, now that you could not make up. There are people out there called Womble and they are lawyers! The Force in full flow the evening arrives and as it is Thursday my partner does her singing lesson while I draft the blog and settle down to the most restful evening I can manage. My best outcome for this evening is to get my meds down me and to get a good night sleep, tomorrow is going to be demanding and I suspect a little distressing.
