I am very excited to be going away tonight for 24 hours on my own. I have been handling a family sick bug since Monday and am up to my eyeballs in sheets, scrubbing brushes and surrounded by the permanent ever so slight smell of vom. It's not good and I need to get away.
I never thought I'd actually look forward to this kind of 24 hours and I'm sure by this time tomorrow I shall be eating my words.
You see, I'm actually checking into hospital - nothing sinister. Just good old fashioned surgery to 'fix' a little post-natal issue that has beleaguered me for years. Take three big babies, push them all out over a long period of time et voila - I'm sure you get the picture?
The good news is it is courtesy of my husband's health insurance so I do get a nice private room, TV and my own facilities. The bad news is that as of now I am nil by mouth until tomorrow morning and as of six o'clock tonight, I will not be able to sit down.
It's not a pretty procedure and I will be in possession of a rubber ring for the next few weeks. But hey, I get 24 hours away from the vomit, the kids - who know Mummy is going somewhere and are being particularly trying - and I come home thinner.
What's not to like?
See you soon with an update.
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