I'm not thinking about it so don't ask me to!

"So, tomorrows the big day!" said the girl from my lab

"Um...yep, I guess" said I

"Wow! If I were you I'd be flipping out right now! I HATE hospitals with all the people dying and giving birth and coughing everywhere. I hope you don't get a coughing patient next to you because I'll probably have to stand outside the room when I visit you!"

"Oh! Don't worry about visiting, its only an ankle operation"

"BUT, sometimes ankle operations turn into, like, finding a tumour in your leg!"

"Um, yeah, gotta go and finish that packing!"


So, basically, I am banning people from talking to me about D-day from now on. I will be fine and don't need people who know I usually stress trying to break my calm with stuff about tumours! Idiots!

Anyway, I didn't get a chance to talk to a few people I wanted to talk to so SORRY (Vids: Really, REALLY Sorry!). I will message you all when I become lucid (in between lovely bouts of morphine sleep!).

See you all soon with my leg in plaster (AHHHH!). hehe