I was lying in bed this morning, about 09.00, when I received a phone call.
There had been a cancellation and I am on Monday’s operating list for a micro-discectomy of L4/L5. Please could I be in Aberdeen by tomorrow for admission to the ward.
So, whilst packing with one hand, trying to phone my mother with the other, trying to convince BeAnne that I am coming home, and typing this blog while I my mind is in a whirl, please think of me and send me healing vibes. I was not expecting this.
Well, I was, but just not quite this soon.
The boat goes at 19.00. I am already feeling sick. Not sure of my method of transport at the moment – I may have to use Jo’s van-bulance or it may be a proper ambulance on a stretcher to get the ferry port. There will be an ambulance waiting the other end. That has yet to be confirmed.
Please God let the Ward be nice to me and,most of all, please let them listen to me. Last time, I left with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.