Surreal old day. Kids and cricket kept me occupied for most of it and got the call at about 2pm from the hospital telling me to get there for 6pm. I felt quite guilty when my wife started crying just before I left and found myself asking why I would put those closest to me through this. After all it's quite a big deal for them as well as me! Managed to keep a stiff upper lip and do the 'bloke' thing though.
It was tough saying goodbye to the children, especially my daughter who is that much older and might not even recognise me next time I see her. Gave myself a bit of a dressing down at that point. There are thousands of men and women going to serve in places like Afghanistan who say cheerio to their families not sure whether they'll see them again at all. Think I'm building this jaw surgery up to be more than it actually is.
Well I'm here now, in hospital, listening to some of the others on my ward discuss their various ailments over a soup which smells quite vile! I think I'll just keep myself to myself. Nil by mouth from midnight I'm told... thank f*** for that!
Trying to forget about tomorrow...
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