Journey without end

The lovely Flo (in Mr Trustworthy Surgeon's team) thinks I might need my gall bladder out, and should have an ultrasound to check further - such an Alf Garnett sort of a problem, gall stones. And I was bumped to the end of the ECG queue because I didn't hear my name being called - 'Young, gifted and black' at full volume. Serves me right. Comfortingly, the ECG looked entirely normal; on schedule for breast op, Monday.
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Had a "lemmeouttahere" moment, disorientated down endless unfamiliar corridors. Someone helped. It's the compassion that brings on tears.
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Wonderful J will be with me from Sunday night, and see me home from what should, hopefully, be day surgery on Monday. Now they tell me I'm not meant to be alone for the following 24 hrs, so, team, if anyone wants to do a bit of footfall-sitting anytime between Monday evening & Tuesday evening, just let me know... The hospital letter says I'm not meant to operate machinery blah blah, but a kettle?!
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I will give you full access to my (embarrassment of an) ipod, eclectic bookshelves & (well-stocked) fridge. I intend cooking Indian & cupcakes for Sunday - I'll make extra.
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xx f