Didn't seem like a big deal at the time... it was only the following evening (Saturday) having been admitted for a bit of an MOT that it suddenly hit me... they could call me at any time... meaning right there and then while I was sat in the hospital. I then started panicking about it and got into a bit of a tizz and physically had to tell myself off for being stupid and it really wasn't the best thing to do when laying in bed trying to sleep!
I've tried not to think about the reality of it all too much while I've been in... hospital's can be very bad places to do too much thinking... especially when you're on your for long portions of time. This is why it's taken till now to update here as by writing this, I'm confronting the harsh reality of it all. My potentially long wait has now started, on the other hand I kind of need to be ready at any moment's notice to drop my current life and accept a huge upheaval in terms of major surgery. This part doesn't scare me for me... I'm scared for my family having to sit and wait through it all... I'll be asleep! The fun and games then begin in post op recovery... Having closely watched everything that's been going on in the lives of friends who have been through the op recently it gives me great appreciation (and a bit of forewarning) of what to expect... but I don't think you could ever be fully prepared for something like this!
All I know is, once I've got those new bad boys in my chest, we're going to need SOOOO much money just to do all the things I keep thinking of that I want to do!