After what felt like months of waiting for
an operation date, I was finally given one in August for November 4th 2016 .
I was all prepared, excited even (coming
from the girls who 7 years ago was terrified at the thought of surgery!) It
started to creep around very quickly, 10 weeks turned into 5 and then it was 2
weeks away!
It was my brother’s birthday the week
before the surgery date and we went zip lining at Go Ape in Woburn Safari park (so much fun btw!),
that morning I had developed a slight rash in-between my lower boobs and a pain
that felt like someone had kicked me in the ribcage. I didn’t think nothing of
it and just assumed I’d had a reaction to something. So we all celebrated my brother’s
birthday and I ignored the now growing rash on my torso until I started feeling
ill with it. The following Wednesday (two days before my surgery) my Nan was
still worried about me and this rash that has got worse and ordered me to go to
the doctors, thinking it was shingles. Me being me and only focusing on the
surgery was in denial and was praying the rash would just bugger off. So off I
popped to the doctors and was seen by a doctor and nurse and they confirmed
that my Nan was 100% right (when are nans ever wrong?) I had shingles and
they advised me to call my surgeon to see whether he wanted to continue with
surgery.
After speaking to the surgeon on the phone
he advised that we postpone the surgery to another date as it is not a life
threatening surgery and that dealing with a recovery from shingles as well as a
recovery from double jaw surgery would be far too much for my body to handle.
I’m not going to lie; I had a mini
breakdown at work, crying like a right looney. One of the girls at work stated
that it just proved how much I wanted it done because I was getting so upset.
We’re now in the new
year as I type this and I can honestly say that as much of a inconvenience it
was having shingles right before the planned surgery, I’m glad it happened because one I
got to enjoy my nans 75th birthday celebrations in Liverpool (great
city by the way!), two, was able to enjoy all of the pre-Christmas festivities
that I wouldn’t have been able to do if I was house bound and recovering. Three got to fatten myself up throughout the
Christmas period by eating whatever the hell I want! So now I’m 100% ready for
this surgery and really what happens in January that is remotely exciting!
So now my new surgery date is 27th
January, exactly three years to the day that I had my wisdom teeth out! It like
it was meant to be…
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