At some point on Friday my surgeon will be coming to see me with a big black pen and marking the spot where he's going to be operating. Excuse me while I have a little freak-out....
I've been having regular panics about Friday over the last few days. It became very real today when I went in to hospital for pre-admission tests. I suppose I need to think about the fact that this time next week I'll be back home and on the road to recovery.
So I'll just keep taking deep breaths and remind myself that it will be worth it to be fit again.
Two letters to go! Any ideas for Y & Z?