Yeah. It's Cardiologist day.
Cardiac ablation. Or trans-septal puncture if the ablation through the femoral artery doesn't work. (It's in an awkward spot.)
Thisafternoon at about 5:20 I got a call from the hospital, I'm scheduled late, late morning or early afternoon. So, if I like I can have a light breakfast of tea and toast at 6am.
Oh goodie. Get up earlier so I can eat. I still have to be there at 8am...
I'll pass on that. Hopefully there's a cancellation and I'll be done early. The later they do me the less chance there is I'll be coming home tomorrow night. Last time they kidnapped me overnight and I didn't get fed, oh, except for some sandwiches, half of which I couldn't eat - I hate pickles and mustard they make me gag, so I just can't eat sandwiches with those condiments on them. The cuppa was good, though.
Okay, I'll finish off this post I started to write the other day and stick it up (or maybe not).
I'll put up a post or a comment when I get home. I'll email MDFD a link to this, she'll know what's going on and can comment here if she gets news while she's at work.
I'm expecting everything to go well, as it did last time. Apart from being very uncomfortable afterwards (can't move for 4 hours, at all, and you're pumped full of fluid... imagine the bladder after eight hours!). This time I'll be under general anaesthetic so not drinking so should be okay.
And golly-gee, I'm so looking forward to later in the week, when I get back from hospital, I have another job application to complete. Due on 12 Feb.
Hey! It's Valentine's Day soon... nah, who am I kidding.
Nearly forgot. Got a card from the vet today. The local vet where I took Bundy to be euthenased.
I started crying again. I thought I was OK.
Well, I still cry about the other dogs, and my Dad, and my Nanna.
I'm a sook.
Nil by mouth after midnight, so I'll be going to bed soon.