I'm going into hospital tomorrow morning. My doctor thinks there is a need for them to send a telescope into my bowel, to find out if there is a recurrence of that condition for which I was subjected to radiotherapy some years ago. I think the procedure I'm having tomorrow is a flexisigmoidoscopy, but I may be wrong too. I am absolutely terrified of hospitals. The operating theatre, those bright lights and the masked and gloved humanoids standing around you as you lie on the table, helpless and completely at their mercy, conjure images in my mind of being in an alien spaceship having been abducted by aliens from outer space.
Its still about 20 hours before I'm due to go in and my heart is already beating at twice its normal rate. My sis was saying to me when we spoke this morning, that what I should be worrying about is whether after the procedure the doctors will come back to me with good news, as in, giving me the all clear, rather than being worried about what she thinks of as a perfectly safe minor invasive procedure. The word "invasive" alone causes me to shudder...So guys, if I'm not back here by Thursday, then you may safely assume that I never made it out of that hospital alive..