It was really strange when I went in. I had originally been told to go in on the Sunday for Clexane injection and then to go in for my surgery on the Monday moring, but one of the Ward Sisters said that I might loose my bed (even after doing the three week diet) so I decided that I would go in on the Sunday, just to save my bed. Turned up at the ward only to be told that there weren't any beds (after phoning them at lunch time and being told to go in for 6pm) so off I went to another ward. All the time I kept thinking "It's not going to happen, something is going to go wrong." On the way to theatre, I was taken to the wrong theatre and again I thought that I was doombed!! But then after the operation, all I kept thinking was OMG - it's really been done, I've had it done - OMG!:8855: