Isn’t It Ironic?

🎵 Ironic – Alanis Morissette (https://youtube.com/shorts/NZS5pXHgBVc?si=O7H98mb-8fq7wsX3)

Yes, I know this probably isn’t technically irony. Let me live.

A short one tonight because I’m shattered and ready for bed, but I wanted to share the big news! I got the date for my operation today – Friday 22nd May 🥳

In one way, it’s reassuring to finally have a date as I can now organise and know it’s moving forward as it’s actually happening.

In another, it’s definitely wobbled me a bit.

It suddenly feels very real now. Closer than we thought it would be and earlier than we were originally told to expect. I also got my pre-op date today, and that’s this Friday.

Which leads me to what is now becoming one of the strangest and ironic parts of all this – every single appointment I’ve had so far, from the very first check up, to the diagnosis appointment and the meeting last week, has landed on a Friday. Every single one!

And Friday is my day off.

I know that time off work for medical appointments isn’t exactly like having time off for a luxury spa break, but there’s something ironic about spending the one day of the week when I’m supposed to be resting, relaxing and switching off, sitting in hospital waiting rooms instead, perched on uncomfortable chairs and trying not to overthink everything.

Seriously 😂

My day off for every single appointment.

Anyway… early night tonight. My brain and body both need one. It’ll soon be Friday – another Friday another hospital appointment 🫣

Sam x

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