I’m sat here still waiting.
And its beginning to really frustrate me, piss me off and get annoying.
I don’t particularly want to have the biopsy. I live quite happily in my life and get on with it – I’m doing it because MBW (bless her) wants some answers for the girls. I think I’ve mentioned I’m petrified about needles and pain.
But its being delayed and I suspect that although very good, the surgeon doesn’t quite get that in my head I’m managed to psych myself up for this at the times specified.
I recognise its his choice to juggle his surgical list about. I recognise that he might be having a long-running morning.
However, it would be really nice if he could recognise that I’ve made a number of arrangements, I’ve managed to convince myself that I can do this – if he stuck to the timetable submitted last night.
Instead, I just feel really crap and I am beginning to consider if any of this is actually going to be worth it – mostly because they’re allowing me to sit here and stew.
I feel bloody sick and fairly close to chucking the towel in and going.
Although playing with the blood pressure charts is becoming fun. I might have to seek some solace in that game.