I have an operation on Friday 26th to fix my damn Inguinal Hernia.
I'm not really worried about it, because its a pretty simple thing, and the surgeon doing it is pretty good at his job. It's day surgery so I won't even have to sleep in the hospital.
I'd like to deal with it by just not thinking about it, getting it fixed, and concerntrating on getting back on my feet. But mum, as mums do, keeps calling me and talking about it. She's called to 'confirm which hospital it is' three times this week, and along with it comes the flood of questions: 'oh, are you nervous? Does it hurt now? Are you sure about x, y and z?'.
Hmm, yea mum, just like last time you called. It puts me on a bit of a downer about it, but these things happen, and I love her for caring so much.
Dad, on the other hand, is busy travelling around Australia. His reaction was 'Surgery huh? Bummer. We were at Bathurst for the supercars last weekend, it was awesome!'
No lie, that's what he said.
Anyway, I'll be happy to get it over and done with.
On a semi-related note, all this time off is giving me plenty of time to write. In the last week, I've been averaging around 3000 words/12 hours a day, and for once I actually like what I've written.
I'll update my blog with the results of the surgery on the weekend probably. If I don't, send your condolences to 122 Belvedere rd, Perth WA... Just kidding
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