I’m going in for my operation at 8:30am tomorrow. I’m feeling pretty scared though I know it’ll be OK. My BP has been through the roof all afternoon so I’ve now been given valium and ordered to bed. The surgery takes 7-8 hours then I’ll be in the step-down ward for 24 hours. After that to the normal ward for another 5 days during which time I will amuse my visitors with my morphine-adled antics, giggling and gauching out mid-sentence.
I can haz emailz and messigiz? Plz?
Write me. Tell me things. It will make me feel happy and stop me from losing my mind: justine at amihumanyet dot co dot ukDid I mention the Valium? I feel as fluffy as a kitten on a marshmallow. Goooood times.
See you on the other side, kittens and cats. Prrr.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m as weak as a newborn kitten and can’t even lift my head from the pillow and I’m nauseous and shivering and sweating and everything hurts and I keep bursting into tears but they’re so hot they hurt my eyes and I guess I’ll die and get eaten by cats and I don’t even have any cats and I never told you that I love you I should have because life is short too short to be scared I should have taken your hand when I last saw you and looked into your eyes and said you know what I am in love with you and that’s all I just wanted you to know you don’t have to say anything back but I didn’t because I’m an idiot and now the cats will get me and they’ll make a mess it’ll be weeks before the stains come out of the carpets and the smell oh god I feel sick again don’t forget me.