Today is fairly well mapped out, as is tomorrow morning until 7.30 am. I know I have to stop eating at midnight tonight, miss one pill out, add a double does of another and be ready at Urology reception at 7.30 with reading material, spectacles and a dressing gown. I just bought a new lightweight one for hospital use. My normal one is rather bulky and they have stressed I should only take one small bag.

After 7.30, it is all a mystery. I assume it will involve waiting around, a fair degree of embarrassment (why can I never have a hospital visit that involves keeping my trousers on?) and some medical stuff that will definitely, if blogged about, fall into the realm of oversharing. There may be a blog tomorrow, as I’m expecting to be out by the evening, but it will probably avoid mentioning anything medical. Apart from the cannula. I hate them. They irritate me. They are always given to the least competent member of the team to insert (one once took 13 attempts to get it in) and I have never yet had to use one in an emergency. These “emergencies” where you need instant access to a cannula just don’t seem to occur. I suspect they exist only in the minds of the people who wrote the standard operating procedures, and a group of NHS lawyers.

Robin Hood and the warning are from bed curtains at the hospital. I managed to find them amongst the uncaptioned WP photos. My photo library really is a mess. I couldn’t find a cannula picture. I may try to take one tomorrow. Then again, perhaps not. Somehow the time has crept round to 12.16. The day is going and I have a lot of books to sort . . .

Books, books, books . . .