Operation, concert
The Op
No matter how weird this sounds, it was actually a really enjoyable day. I had to be in for 7.30am, but there was loads of waiting around, so I just sat in the waiting room chatting to Mum (who, as an aside, I've been getting on with REALLY well recently - our relationship is fantastic and I really love spending time with her. How things change, eh?), and reading "Daniel Likes Dancing" to her (don't ask... I was bored). Then I went in for a couple of pre-op consultations, during in which Mum found out about my boobilicious piercing (the nurse asked if I was wearing any jewellery, and I said just one piercing which I'd take out, and she asked if it was a belly bar, and I told her what it was, and she just said I could tape it). When we came out she was really calm about it. She just said "that was a bit of a revelation." And then she just asked if I did it myself (HELL NO!) and said - with a smile - that nothing could really shock her any more. I think if she'd found out about it six months ago it would've been a very different story, but the fact that we're on such good terms meant that it just didn't matter.
Anyway, after a bit more sitting, I got changed into my sexy theatre gown/slippers/dressing gown and then went into theatre. I was chatting to the theatre techies while they sorted me out, and it turned out one of them used to work in stroke rehab, so we had a good ol' natter about that. There was a bit of faffing when the anaesthetist tried to canulate me, coz I have great veins when I'm warm, but crap veins when I'm cold. And I was cold. After two botched attempts at getting it in my hand, she went for my inner elbow and got it no problem. That bit was long and painful, but after that I got given a big dose of painkillers, which was LOVELY, like three big fat spliffs all in one go, and then about ten seconds later I was in snoozeland having my nose shoved back into place.
I came to just before 10ish, I think, and was in the recovery lounge, all curled up in the foetal position. They asked me if I was ok, rang Dad to tell him I'd be ready for collection at 11 (and then let me have a word with him), and then I dozed off for a bit longer. They woke me a bit later to get dressed, and then I went into the discharge lounge, got given a lot of free biscuits and read my Texas Preacher comic. When I got home, I just sat around doing fuck all for the rest of the day, alternating between sleeping, watching fillums and having food/drink brought to me. Lush. I should really break my nose more often, coz that was one of the most relaxing days ever.
And I have absolutely zero bruising. Not even a bit of lilac. Which is a little bit disappointing, but then I spose I should just be grateful that I'm fixed and normal-looking. And alive.
Fundraising concert
For the past cupla months Mum + I have been trying to organise a concert to raised funds for the planned AMC extension. After an initial proposed date of 2nd Feb, it got postponed until 15th, due to short notice + lack of acts. But anyway, it finally happened last night. I had a nice range of acts - all of whom I'm eternally grateful to, coz they did a great job, and most of them did more than one thing - and we had a shitload of cakes to sell. I thought we'd raise about £100. We raised £500.30. Needless to say, Hugh and I were both pretty fucking chuffed.
No matter how weird this sounds, it was actually a really enjoyable day. I had to be in for 7.30am, but there was loads of waiting around, so I just sat in the waiting room chatting to Mum (who, as an aside, I've been getting on with REALLY well recently - our relationship is fantastic and I really love spending time with her. How things change, eh?), and reading "Daniel Likes Dancing" to her (don't ask... I was bored). Then I went in for a couple of pre-op consultations, during in which Mum found out about my boobilicious piercing (the nurse asked if I was wearing any jewellery, and I said just one piercing which I'd take out, and she asked if it was a belly bar, and I told her what it was, and she just said I could tape it). When we came out she was really calm about it. She just said "that was a bit of a revelation." And then she just asked if I did it myself (HELL NO!) and said - with a smile - that nothing could really shock her any more. I think if she'd found out about it six months ago it would've been a very different story, but the fact that we're on such good terms meant that it just didn't matter.
Anyway, after a bit more sitting, I got changed into my sexy theatre gown/slippers/dressing gown and then went into theatre. I was chatting to the theatre techies while they sorted me out, and it turned out one of them used to work in stroke rehab, so we had a good ol' natter about that. There was a bit of faffing when the anaesthetist tried to canulate me, coz I have great veins when I'm warm, but crap veins when I'm cold. And I was cold. After two botched attempts at getting it in my hand, she went for my inner elbow and got it no problem. That bit was long and painful, but after that I got given a big dose of painkillers, which was LOVELY, like three big fat spliffs all in one go, and then about ten seconds later I was in snoozeland having my nose shoved back into place.
I came to just before 10ish, I think, and was in the recovery lounge, all curled up in the foetal position. They asked me if I was ok, rang Dad to tell him I'd be ready for collection at 11 (and then let me have a word with him), and then I dozed off for a bit longer. They woke me a bit later to get dressed, and then I went into the discharge lounge, got given a lot of free biscuits and read my Texas Preacher comic. When I got home, I just sat around doing fuck all for the rest of the day, alternating between sleeping, watching fillums and having food/drink brought to me. Lush. I should really break my nose more often, coz that was one of the most relaxing days ever.
And I have absolutely zero bruising. Not even a bit of lilac. Which is a little bit disappointing, but then I spose I should just be grateful that I'm fixed and normal-looking. And alive.
Fundraising concert
For the past cupla months Mum + I have been trying to organise a concert to raised funds for the planned AMC extension. After an initial proposed date of 2nd Feb, it got postponed until 15th, due to short notice + lack of acts. But anyway, it finally happened last night. I had a nice range of acts - all of whom I'm eternally grateful to, coz they did a great job, and most of them did more than one thing - and we had a shitload of cakes to sell. I thought we'd raise about £100. We raised £500.30. Needless to say, Hugh and I were both pretty fucking chuffed.