Three is a magic number

So...as you know, I had my surgery last Tuesday. I don't have any results and have to make an appointment to see the specialist in 4-6 weeks, but hopefully all went well. The paperwork said "difficult procedure" so I'm interested to see what that's all about.

I was still woozy on Wednesday but felt much better yesterday. I worked tonight and thankfully it was quiet and not a typical Friday night because I feel shattered. Overall I am just a little tired (prob from the general anaesthetic) and have a little bit of pain/discomfort, but not severe enough for me to take pain relief. I have a pretty high pain threshold (had 2 babies with no drugs) so I'm managing okay.

Anyway...onto the three thing. Tell me what you make of this :

• My surgery date was the third date they gave me to choose from
• I was in ward 3G (which was a closed ward only taking day surgery patients so there were literally loads of beds they could have put me in)
• I was in bed 33
• I was third in line for afternoon surgery
• I was scheduled for surgery at 3:30pm
• I was taken to pre-op at 3:00pm
• I was supposed to be in waiting bay 2 but they changed it at the last minute to bay 3
• When I was taken for surgery I was one of only three patients in the ward
• There were three emergency caesarians that day
• I saw three anaesthesiests

...and I added the numbers on my patient ID and almost fainted thinking it was 33, but I re-added and it was 32.

Is it just me or is that all a bit weird ?

Christmas day was nice. My gorgeous sister Kim had lunch at her place and we were all there, except Toby, who spent the day with his dad. Once again my trusty slow cooker came in handy because I just threw the turkey in there at 7:30am and it was ready for lunch without me having to slave over the oven.

I fared well in the gift stakes. Elliot and the kids bought me a 'Kings of Leon' CD and a voucher for a treatment at a day spa. I was really touched that Elliot thought to do that for me. I also received the obligatory body lotions and potions; a revolving photo cube; a beautiful necklace; a gorgeous bracelet; a bling keyring thing for my handbag, a beautiful fluffy dressing gown... (and probably other stuff that I can't remember at this point LOL).

And the other gift that made me cry was a bottle of perfume. Not such a big deal really, but it's called "Love Forever" and it's the meaning behind those two words that made me cry. There is also wording on the back of the box that makes the perfume SUCH a personalised gift to me from who I received it from. So Judy (and Daniel and Rebecca) ~ thank you. For 19 years I have loved you with all my heart, and I always will...forever.

I hope you all had a lovely Christmas with friends and family too.