I have had an absolute shit of a week.
This probably qualifies for Sarah's FFS Friday
On Monday, the DPU nurse rings to check that I am still going to my MINOR operation and I find out the time got changed for a third time and didnt tell me
On Tuesday, DH and I rock up to DPU and have to wait 30mins in reception before getting into DPU to wait for a nurse.
The nurse wanted a pregnancy test done prior to the operation
As usual, it was negative. DH and I thought it was pretty funny.
For a simple 30min procedure, they wouldnt discharge me until I was up walking, eating and had gone tinkle and had my pain under control.
It was almost better than period pain so I got to go home after a few lies to the nurse.
I should have laid up on the couch, but instead I have been doing dishes etc and am completely exhausted.
I had to call mum to come and help me as I am really not dong that good.
I must have looked bad because my lovely checkout lady opened a checkout and waved me through it so I could go home after picking up some things for dinner.
I now have a post op infection and am on ABs and really should be resting.
Instead, I have dinner to do and will have to eventually buy food and a Tee Ball game in the morning.
Happy Friday everyone!