When I woke up after a snooze in my room, I woke up to an amazingly cute stuffed cow and penguin in front of me, mum had gone out to find slippers at the shops and had come back with the stuffed animals, a nice pair of loose trackies, some new socks and a really nice hoodie! Bless her, she didn't have to do that!
And the surgeon gave me a little red box with gold ribbon on it saying "Get Well" in nice writing, inside it held 3 dark chocolates with a slight hint of mint flavour. I've eaten half of one so far, thought I had better not overdo it, I gave mum the other half.
Then I met a new nurse who had just come on to her shift and she was lovely too, she was really funny and light hearted, she was one seriously compassionate woman, and she went out and got me some amazing sandwiches and a collection of coffees/teas and drinking chocolate. I don't drink coffee so I had the drinking chocolate with only a teeny bit of milk. But man, who knew hospital food could get so good! It was amazing, better than most cafes! And better room service than a 5 star hotel!
I was feeling amazing at this point, both physically and mentally better than I have done in months. I am almost excited to possibly have Crohns Disease, purely because it is so close to a diagnosis, which will then mean I can get proper help and carry on with my life as well as I can.
I then got home, already feeling pretty good, and mum cooked some fresh crumbed hoki for dinner so I had a small piece of that. Then I'm sitting down using dads iPad for facebook and he goes "can you turn that off for a minute?" "uh, yeah sure?" he then proceeds to hand me this gorgeous gift bag, and inside is a brand spanking new white 16gb iPhone 5, colour me shocked. I had no idea what to say apart from "OMG" and "thankyou" and his reasoning behind it was that he thinks I've deserved it for going through all of the problems I have gone through over the past 3 years. I was just astounded and I'm still struggling to believe that I have an iPhone 5, I always wanted one, but I was prepared to save up and get one for myself, but dad thinks I deserve to just have one like that? I won't complain, but I'm really not sure I do understand, both mum and dad have already done so much for me and I couldn't ever thank them enough, but to put this phone on top of it all makes me feel like a seriously spoilt little brat, although my secret theory behind the iPhone is that now I have to send dad Candy Crush lives, since I couldn't on my LG Optimus
And in other good news!
I got a phonecall on my way to the hospital this morning about my orthopaedic surgeon appointment on October 17th for the consult of the surgery on my thumb... well, they have bumped my appointment forward! To tomorrow!! So tomorrow at 2pm I will be talking to a surgeon about having an operation on my thumb in the very near future hopefully. It feels like everything *might* just be coming together now. But I'm scared to get my hopes up.
I'm sorry, that is a huge novel, but even with the panic attack almost ruining everything, and having a probable lifelong disease diagnosis, as well as pending surgery on my thumb, I kind of feel on top of the world, so I'm going to make the most of that while it lasts. Because I know it won't last forever, so why shouldn't I make the most of it?