1 Day Until Scary Day

It is amazing how much flatpack furniture can fit in a Fiat Punto. I managed to get 2 breakfast bar stools, a huge coffee table (that weighed almost as much as a small elephant), an ironing board, a toilet brush, some arty bits and lots of random things that I probably didn't need into the back of the car. I think I could have fitted the flatpack boxes for my bed too, but that's being delivered next month. It'll be so exciting to have something other than a blow up mattress to sleep on.

On the subject of sleep I've managed to completely freak out my new boyfriend. We've been friends for a while and after all my disasters with men recently decided to give the two of us a go. It's going fantastically. I don't know why I was so worried about dating a friend. Anyway, back to the point, I was staying at his last night. So I curled up and went to sleep. I've been stressing out a bit all weekend because I'm having my lymph node biospy tomorrow and I'm a big wimp when it comes to medical proceedures. So I went to sleep with a lot on my mind. As always happens when I go to sleep worrying I had a horrible nightmare. To sum it up it was a really graphic dream about when my Mum was ill in hospital before she died. I woke up in fits of tears physically shaking. Understandably the boy was woken up by this. So he stayed up worrying about me. Oops.

Scary lymph node biopsy tomorrow. I wish I knew more what to expect. My GP has said they'll either just take a needle biopsy or if they feel like it whip a whole lymph node out. She's also said they could use either local or general anaesthetic. I'm guessing they're planning on doing it under local as it's such a small little proceedure, and presumably they'd have warned me if I was going to be under general anaesthetic. I'm turning into such a wuss about everything that involves having to see a doctor. I guess a little knowledge can be a dangeous thing. No doubt it'll be highly uneventful. Fingers crossed they decide not to shave a patch of my hair off and take an occipital lymph node from there. I want them to take one of the ones from the side of my neck or the posterior triangle. At a push I'd be happy with them biospying the one in front of my ear as long as I could shut my eyes while they come at me with sharp things.

Lily xXx

Meh.

I haven't blogged for ages. This is because absolutely nothing has really happened. I'm still waiting for my lymph node biopsies. So much for a 2 week maximum wait. I'm trying not to rant about the NHS and slag it off, but this is really making it hard. To make things worse I feel even more ill. 4 or 5 hours working behind a bar now has me so knackered that I have to go straight to bed afterwards. I've also developed a hacking cough. Not nice. Whenever I breath/talk/laugh I just start coughing so badly I sound like a car that won't start.

Talking of cars... mine has just cost me £170!! The windscreen wiper came unattached from the wiper motor in the pouring rain while I was driving down the motorway to get to my new flat. Not fun. On the plus side at least it's fixed now. Fingers crossed it'll be OK for a while.

I've started furnishing my flat. The first thing I bought (before a sofa, bed or table...) was a 37" telly. It was in the sale, which is how I can justify it. It's lovely. Very very very lovely. Today I made the most of the DFS "double the savings" sale and got a gorgeous red sofa and arm chair. Lets just hope I haven't buggered up and it actually fits in the flat. Now all I need to do is to buy a bed and a mattress and then I have all the basics. I think this calls for another trip to Ikea. I even have a loyalty card now. I'm part of the Ikea Family. This fills me with joy... especially because it means I get money off meatballs. Hurrah!!

I also found out that I got a 2.1 in my intercalated degree. Phew! I'm now feeling very pleased with myself, turns out I'm not as much of a dummy as I first thought.

On that note I am going to listen to my chest with my stethoscope some more, and continue to feel sorry for myself. Oh what I would give to still be in my uni flat where I'm sure the flatmate would make me a cup of tea. I guess I'll just have to die of thirst and cough and enlarged lymph nodes quietly in a corner... Woe is me.

Lily xXx