Oh my! It is jaw surgery day tomorrow!
Firstly apologies for not updating at all over the last week. I have been so busy at work and my evenings have been spent working, stuffing my face with food, recovering from a lousy cold (I know!!!!!) and crying hysterically. This might be a long post so get a cuppa and go to the toilet, also bring a snack back with you!
So lets go back to Thursday my pre op appointment. Had one at the treatment centre where I will be having my operation. Felt so weird sitting in the reception/waiting are, dawned on my that my operation was nearly here and I will be up there in the theatre soon. Rather scary. So filled out all the forms and had a chat with my nurse, lovely woman so funny same one as when had my wisdoms out. She took my bloods and it all went downhill form there.
My veins are useless, they are wimps like me and hide when a needle comes near. She struggled to get a vein on my right arm, so I had to sit up and she got one on my left, started to draw the blood and then off I go and feint. She got 1 and half tubes, out of the 4 I needed, so after some water, cold air and a massive chocolate cookie we had another go on my right arm and got the rest of the blood. Then went up to Max fax for my second appointment and waited ages to see a doctor for me to basically sign a consent form to say I agree to have the surgery done and understand the risks etc. My arm now looks like this
Not much hope for me getting away lightly on the bruising front post surgery I think!
So on to the weekend, Friday I went to the cinema and an American diner and stuffed my face with a Fat Boy burger - 8oz cheese burger topped with pulled pork, fries and coleslaw. Then devoured a large bag of chocolate at the cinema. Watched "Filth" film based on a book by Irvine Welsh, very good but very odd. Then got to the car and cried because it was the last time i was going to the cinema with my face and more out of relief i think because when we got there the lights were still up when we walked in the screen and i thought (irrationally) "oh no, everyone will see my horrible face and big chin and whisper about me and think what is he doing with her, she's ugly" Nobody said anything, and nobody probably thought that but I think i was crying because I knew soon I wouldn't have those thoughts.
Anyway here is yummy food pics
Saturday I went for lunch with my friend and ate a brunch muffin - bacon, sausage, fried egg, brie and cranberry sauce on a toasted English muffin. then went and did some window shopping. Came home and had a massive Chinese takeaway with my man, drank wine and binge watched Modern family to help make me laugh.
Sunday I tidied and had my bracey ladies round. So bloody lovely to see them all, they bought me all this
How lovely of them all, we swapped stories (2 have had surgery now) and had a good old natter and a laugh, brilliant time and we ate cake too! Then went to my Mum and Dads for Sunday dinner, ate a mountain of food, and a million Yorkshire puddings and too much apple crumble and felt sick on the way home.
Monday I had my wafer try in, that went well, had a chat with Mr Harrop and saw my teeth molds, they were touching! I saw my teeth how they are going to be, that was brilliant to see. We talked through my xray and my movements, I'm having my top bought forward by 4mm and my bottom back by 5mm and then he hasn't decided exactly what he is dong with my chin, either shave a bit off or cut a bit out and shave a bit off. So that will be a nice surprise! I also mentioned my cold to him, he said it depends on what type of cold i have had and how long i've had it for and if i can breathe through my nose freely or not. Then for my lunch i had a massive brunch burger from a food truck by work. that is a quarter pounder with double cheese, sausage, bacon, egg and onion. Was amazing!
That brings us to today, I have been like a mad lady at work trying to finish everything off, finally left at 6.30 only because my man was stood coaxing me out the door with the prospect of his lovely home made lasagne. So far tonight I have packed my bag (almost) for 3 nights, eaten my amazing lasagne, had another hot toddy (they have kept me going all week) and a glass of wine, taken off my nails polish boooooo, phoned my grandma and had a chat and a cry.
I'm now off to enjoy the rest of my evening with my man, i'm scared, nervous and excited and all this doesn't seem real at all. It really is hard to believe that tomorrow I'm having double jaw surgery. It's just so surreal that this day is finally here.
Well providing my stupid cold doesn't ruin everything!
Much love to you all and I will try my very bets to update tomorrow.