Things are starting to get a bit more real now. It was a long and anxiety-ridden drive to Oxford today for pre-op assessment number 4, navigating the endless slog of traffic among the never ending Oxfordshire roadworks. Strangely enough, getting there was easier than the return journey, though perhaps that was partly my desperation to get home.
Dentist-of-doom Update : I managed to get an appointment yesterday for the pain in my mouth and jaw following last week’s wisdom tooth filling. Then I got a call first thing in the morning to say the dentist-of-doom was off sick and the appointment would have to be cancelled. I said I didn’t want to see her anyway (‘over my dead body’ came to mind, but I withheld that comment) and pushed to see someone else. Just as well I did as another dentist discovered a problem and said it wasn’t surprising I was in agony. This has resulted in antibiotics, which I could do without prior to surgery. I should be finished these just before going in, which is a relief. I’m hoping things settle down after the bitch-dentist-of-doom fiasco otherwise the tooth will need to come out.
Back to Pre-Op. The assessment itself was fairly straightforward:
Running through all of the meds I take, including the aforementioned antibiotics (which they said were okay given the situation) / Blood work up / ECG / Blood pressure / Weight / Pre-op Instructions.
We had a chat about the surgery itself, at which point I retrieved my list and announced “here’s one I made earlier!” I think she appreciated me having written things down rather than spending the next hour pondering what questions I had. Unfortunately, the ones I really wanted to ask are ones my surgeon needs to answer, so these will have to wait until the morning of the op.
What’s next? I somehow need to de-stress and jump on the positive thinking bandwagon. Far easier said than done. My mental health has taken a nose-dive and my physical health has followed suit. I’ve got some more things I want to get done, and some practical bits and pieces to sort out in only a couple of days, but at least it’ll keep me adequately distracted.
Whatever you’ve been up to today, I hope the day has treated you well. I’ll be resting my weary bones now. Even driving takes it out of me; I feel like I’ve ran a marathon with a fat panda strapped to my back.