Well, that was an adventure.
Left home at the crack of 6:15am. I was at the hospital at about 7:25-ish.
The office opened at 8am. I waited. I was done in there in two hours. There was a bit of waiting, but I had to have an ECG, that took, oh, less than ten minutes.
Then I was walked down to the pre-admissions section to see the pharmacist and the anaesthetist. Which took three hours.
Luckily the anaesthetist was gor-juss (if I was 20 years younger, and 30kg lighter, he'd be in danger... oh, and if he wasn't married). The most amazing green eyes, tall, dark, handsome. Lovely hands. Hmmmmm. (He won't be MY anaesthetist. *sigh*. I'll get someone else, of course.)
Nevermind. After that I went to the local shopping centre. Had a kebab (yum), for lunch. Admired the wind chimes, checked out the clothes on spesh at Target, bought a drink. Bought a top and a house dress for much less than half price.
Oh, and did I mention that I got a call in the pre-admission section about an interview tomorrow morning at 9:45.
EEK! I have nothing to wear. (I've been slack and worn all my good stuff to work and not washed it yet... well, that was a load I did when I got home at 5pm... arrgh, I hope it dries on time. And I still don't know what to wear.)
Please keep everything crossed for me. Oh, okay. Not everything. Mostthing. Mmmkay?