All aboard the party bus

Lockdown 2.0 - Day 7

What. A. Night.
I feel like I’ve been to a rave it was so noisy. DJ Hilda provided us with 6 non stop hours of classic bangerz such as ‘oooooooh, my legs hurting’ (that was a crowd pleaser so we had several encores of that), ‘I’m going to die if I don’t get a drink’ and the timeless floor filler ‘nurse, I need a wee’.
With a special guest appearance from MC Keith (off of the dementia unit) threatening to yank his catheter out and throw the nurses keys out the window if someone didn’t let him out of the ward.

I gave up on sleep, so by 6.30am I was all washed and dressed and ready for my planned 7am pickup to take me to Salford.
Except they didn’t turn up til noon!

The two ladies who collected me were a comedy double act and kept me entertained all the way to Manchester.
Once there, it was a bit of a blur as my op was booked for 2pm. So straight into meetings with the surgeon, anaesthetist etc to get me prepped and ready for the 4 hour op.
The surgeon was lovely, I immediately felt safe in his care. He explained everything, though I’ve forgotten most of it! Similarly, the anaesthetist was really friendly and envious of my teeth! :-)

DQ x