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It's Friday 12th November - the day of the op is here.  I know, I know, I wrote nothing about the pre-op, but I was tired, ok?  That went fine - I saw three different nurses, did all the usual medical stuff (am I the only person who puts on weight at times of stress??), had a chest x-ray, scary stuff, obviously.. but there were good moments - like the question 'Do you have a normal diet?'.  Well, if I'm honest, I've eaten one hell of a lot of jelly babies lately.

I wonder how often the pre-theatre/admission discussion descends to debating the relative merits of jelly babies vs. the world.  Did you know Hawkins Bazaar sell Jelly Geriatrics? I didn't, but will now have to get my mate Clare's mum some for Christmas...

Clare had come with me for this appointment, which went on quite a bit longer than anticipated because of the detour to radiography, so I knew I was going to be later back to work than anticipated.  I also knew that no one was going to say a word.. so we went to Tesco's en route, because I needed to get those new knickers.  Which went so well with the new skinny grey jeans, that just cried out for the high lace up boots...

It has just occurred to me that you won't know what knickers I'm talking about unless you're one of the wonderful women on the Breast Cancer Care Forum.  Hospital knickers of course.  How can we possibly go in to have our breasts savaged, without new knickers? This topic caused much amusement, but I think we all, to a woman, have been out and purchased new pants.  I blame being told to put clean knickers on every day 'in case you get run over by a bus'.  Hospitals and dignified underwear will forever be inextricably linked.

10 new pairs of knickers ended up costing over £40.  Now, I realise that there are those amongst us who habitually pay over £4 for one pair of pants, but it doesn't happen in my house.  (The boots are great though - sod how much the next pay packet might be...)

On a final note - do you know where you may be carrying the MRSA bug?

Hands up who said nose? Clever

Hands up who said groin? Even cleverer.  Never thought I'd see the day when I had to stick a cotton bud down there....

I Digress...

as usual.  Anyhow it's six in the morning, and I discovered that actually when it comes to having a 'last' cup of coffee, I can get out of bed pretty damn quick.  I have to be at the hospital by 8am, I'm all packed, just need to have a shower and I'll be good to go.  Of course, my OH needs to get out of bed first as he will be driving.  And I'll need to get dressed post shower, which will be interesting as it will be the last time I'm going to need a bra in the size I'll be putting on... There's no way on earth that remaining boob (GB, 'Good Boob') will need the same cup size as BB does, and BB is going to be fairly unrecognisable as a breast later on today - as I daresay once it's unattached from me it will end up sandwiched between various glass slides and strewn around a laboratory somewhere before ultimately being cremated.  Strange to think that one of my breasts will be living a separate and possibly fascinating yet short lived life somewhere else in the same hospital.  It had better behave.