Arrgh!
Sitting around twiddling my thumbs until it is time to go into the hospital, when I got a call from them. I'm not to go in until 7 am tomorrow morning, due to an "unexpected bed crisis". I have no idea quite what this means, but I have visions of nurses prying a reluctant patient out of my bed by force. Not as worrying as the cock-up over my hip, when (mainly owing to crossed wires with the appointments desk) I ended up waiting another three months. Going in that early suggests that I might still get my operation tomorrow, but they didn't say anything about not eating, so it will probably be Thursday now. Annoying.