I’m writing this from my hospital bed the day after surgery but fell asleep the night before surgery and never posted.

On the last day if my LRD I was at work again so breakfast as usual, bacon tomatoes and mushrooms washed down with a milky coffee.

I decided that I was gonna skip lunch and use all my protein to have a steak for my last meal and then disaster struck

The hospital rang to let me know I needed to go to a different ward due to overbooked theatres. This did two things….

1 – Threw out my planning brain that had sorted out where I was going and what I was doing

2- meant the surgery was actually happening

Both these things sent me into a full on panic attack. My appetite dropped immediately and I couldn’t really focus for the rest of the day. I remember sitting through meetings, eating a couple of pieces of fruit and drinking water but not much else.

I got a cab home as I did t want to be trapped on a bus which was a great idea. Several mates popped in during the evening which calmed me down enough to eat tinned tuna and lemon juice with carrot sticks but I literally couldn’t stomach anymore green veggies.

I ended up finishing backing my hospital bag then fell asleep at 9.30pm as we had a 5am start to get to Chichester in time.