OMG ... my surgery is now a week tomorrow ... how did that happen!?!?
I look around me at the tip that is my flat and despair that I'll have everything sorted before I fly next Sunday ... this is a double edged sword ...
Being off my oestrogen for a couple of weeks now I am finding that my emotional state flies all over the place. I was out with a friend for coffee yesterday and feeling very happy, I got a nice text from a friend, she referred to me as Samantha ...
which I love ... and I had to go hide in Costa bathroom for 5 minutes to have a good weep! IT's crazy! The chaotic flat is not leading me to feel ... ahem ... relaxed and warm and fuzzy!
But yet all this getting ready activity means that I am not brooding on things. I'm surprisingly blaise about the surgery itself ... which is
so not what I was expecting at this point. I just want to get it over and done with so I can move forward with my life.
I'm planning on moving in the new year (Brighton, UK) and looking for work (IT) there as I won;t have any large medical stuff looming to get in the way ... I'll also be "plumbed" correctly and so intend on getting back into the dating game.
Still there are a lot of miles ... and a huge number of dilations between here and there! I don't want to wish this time away ... but I do!

Sam x