Well here we are - view of my "hotel" room" - you may be able to spot your very own card or gift there - displayed on the chest of drawers to cheer me up when I get back from theatre.
We had a lovely meal. Ian, Sarah, Dave and myself then Jemma and then Paul joined us. Apparently he skipped footie training so if he is on the bench on Saturday he has only his mum to blame!
There really is a certain inevitability to it all now.
I've been thinking about this blog and the way in which I have made this journey so public. Ian and I discussed it this morning and I really hope that it may be possible to publish it somehow as a resource for others facing similar surgery. I mentioned that a few blogs ago but for those who have joined this week - that is the plan.
Many have said that they hope I am finding the blogging process therapeutic. The anaesthestist was fascinated and said he'd not heard of it before but hey everyone is twittering these days! I guess there are a myriad of reasons why I may have chosen to write all this stuff down and invite you to read it but at the end of the day does it really matter? Perhaps I am stressing too much about my motivation and what may come of all this. Perhaps it's just good to write stuff down!
I am going to take my first ever sleeping tablet shortly and snuggle up for what I hope will be a good nights sleep. Meanwhile here is one more pic....