Today is the day and I had any awful nights sleep. Even in the middle of all this my sleep was disturbed by dreams of school. How can it be so all consuming that when you are dealing with a potential end of life scenario your
mind is still in work mode?
GO has gone to work, he's on the early shift and is convinced he can pick me up and get me to my appointment by ten.
After spending the whole day with Mamilein at her appointment at Easter I am better prepared today and pack a picnic of sorts. The letter says that from initial appointment to going home can take up to four hours.
As I get into the car I can hold it in no longer, after weeks of bottling it up I look at GO and as tears stream down my face I manage to whisper "I'm scared." As he's driving he holds my hand gives it a squeeze and says "I know, but whatever this is we're in it together."
We arrive at the hospital half an hour early, then begins a thirty minute farce of finding the right department. We follow the signs for the hospital and then start looking for outpatients, the sat nav can only take you so far. After a few minutes I give up and ask a couple of sexy lady's which where smoking and looking good not they said you need to be in the other side of the road me lad Yorkshire accent and I said really pet 😂so we drove off full speed ahead sharp turn and dumped out of the car and ran to reception proper bo I tell theee to be told I need to be at the other reception o fxxk I said so got back in car and drove off like a hound dog making my way to reception and then told to go to outgoing patients in another entrance by ekc I said this is confusing but got there in the nick of time (to be continued)😀
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