I really don’t know how I feel about the surgery. At first I was delighted: after waiting for four months it’s about time! Flop me on the table and cut me open! On the other hand, it’s another surgery. There are inherent risks involved with surgery. I’m also a little more wary because I’m having it done on the NHS: no private room so probably very little sleep, no specialist meal the next morning which I’m tempted to avoid by asking if I can go home on the same day. I’d probably be better off that night with Helios looking after me than the five nurses looking after a floor full of patients. He won’t be able to administer medications but he’d make sure I was comfortable.
I can’t help but wonder what’s been going on in there since November 2008. My endometriosis may have taken root and flowered in the time that I’ve left it – perhaps it’s like The Secret Garden in there? As romantic as that sounds – take it all out and tarmac over the lawn please!! LOL
In other news I had a chat with one of the partners at work. He said that I was not to come back to the office until I’d been cleared by a doctor to do so. He’s obviously heard from my line-manager that I was hoping to come back to the office in the shortest amount of time possible. I think I must have a bit of PMT at the moment because I nearly cried when he said that my health should be my highest priority. I feel supported by my work. It’s a first. No wonder I nearly cried!