An emotional response

I'm supposed to go to the hospital next week to have my insides looked at, one camera down and one up.
I couldn't sleep the other night, it really got to me, I turned into a spoilt 6 year old stamping my feet and my lip was coming out.
I'm sat downstairs at 2 in the mroning with all of this banging round in my head - not what they might find but that they are going to do this TO ME.
Anyway I went to see my doc. (he's a friend) and we talked and talked and he led me round to examine my response to this procedure.
Then it struck me, they were telling me what they were going to do, how they were going to do and when they were going to do it - I had no power and my reponse was to regress into a small frightened boy.
I'm not a coward but this was really messing my mind up and I found this interesting that I could only be a child.
Anyway I rang them up cancelled that appointment and made a new one at a time to suit me.
Now I'm in control and I feel better - is that sad or what.
The greatest thing about England is the free health service, OK it has problems but the stuff I've had over the past couple of years would have a fortune if I had to pay.
Thank you Mr. Bevan for setting it up way back in '49 If anyone should be sainted it's him.

Awwww..... Sorry about your luck Proffessor

Bummer...

Crappity ...

.... humbling
cute about taking control... whatever way you can

May there be someone in your life
that honors the little boy in you....


P E A C E
Evie

P.S. May you be well!!

Evie this is the boys bit, your not allowed in here... your a very naughty girl (said in best monty python voice)

OOOOPS Sorry ....

Someone forgot to lock the door!

Must have been half asleep...
and failed to read the sign on the door...

..... backing out quietly....

I think fear of impending surgical procedures gets even the hardiest of warriors scared. Is it not a male imperative to be in control? Well, I think it is normal to worry about that kind of stuff? Now, to see about those locks...