Surprise, surprise! I actually woke up before 11am today which is a nice change from how I’ve been sleeping in a lot more recently. I blame the sleeping in on the fact that I’ve been feeling more stressed lately and just generally less-than-stellar, but at least I made a bit of an effort to wake up early this morning.

As much as I had hoped an early start would set me off on the right foot, today’s been kind of crappy. First of all, I got super emotional watching back the women’s olympic gymnastic finals. I was so overwhelmed and so proud of the USA team! Watching their routines literally brought tears to my eyes and reminded me of how much I adore gymnastics. Makes me wish I’d stuck with gymnastics when I was younger, but alas.

The second thing that brought me down a notch was the call I had with Ashtead Hospital and then later with the DHC. To sum it all up, a decision on whether or not my tonsillectomy will be approved is happening on August 24th, and if I don’t hear the verdict by the end of the month I have to call up the DHC and play a game of phone tag. Either way, I should know whether or not this surgery is actually going to happen by the end of this month.

Believe me when I say that I am so so so tired of having to compensate for being sick so regularly. It’s been four months since my doctor told me I should have a tonsillectomy, and it’s been two months since my ENT agreed to do it. Not only is this whole process frustrating but I also feel so defeated when dealing with the NHS. It’s difficult to keep my head up and remain optimistic when it’s taken this long to get any answers at all, let alone the date of my surgery. I can’t even plan for my birthday next month because there might be a chance that I’ll have my tonsils taken out! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the NHS is great in theory but not so much in practice.