Day 0

On every plane trip there is at least one person who freaks out.

I don’t mean, fists clenched, freaked out. I mean head-in-hands, shaking-and-sobbing, FREAKING out.

There’s always one person who’s totally phobic and every-one else seems to lean away from that person.

They’re like the woman with the baby that cries. Everyone looks at her with sympathetic looks or the ‘your baby’s so cute’ smile, but what they’re really thinking is: “Why did I have to be seated next to/ near the crying baby?”

Yeah, well that woman - the one who freaks out - yeah, that’s my Mum. I mean it. I’m sitting here, next to her why she had her head in her hands and does this kind of sobbing thing and I didn’t know WHAT to do! So I just turn and look past the hot guy next to me, to look out the window.

Hot guy? Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yeah there was this hot guy sitting next to me.
He was sitting there in his suit in his mid twenties… he had a nice neck…

Not in a ‘I want to sink my fangs in’ type of way. I have this thing… guy’s just have really nice necks... and shoulders.

Brian picked us up from the airport and took us for a little drive (my choice). I got some pretty cool pictures actually.

We stayed at Brian’s ‘rents house that night. I would have preferred a hotel (less awkward) but I figured that putting Mum through that plane flight was bad enough. I just about gave in and said we could take a bus back home… but then I remembered; a plane trip is one and a half hours from Alice Springs to Adelaide, and visa versa. A trip in the bus is at least sixteen hours… I’m just gunna have to say: “Sorry, but your one and a half hours of suffering is preferred over my sixteen.”

Ever since the month count-down people have been asking me how I feel, if I’m nervous, if I’m worried, if I’m scared. I’ve had to keep telling them that I’ve been waiting for this operation since… FOREVER. That I’m so excited that I just don’t have enough room in my central drive to fit worry and fright and nervousness in. I thought that this would still their minds…
Obviously not.

My Dad, Nana and Grandad, Oma and Grandad and maybe even uncle, have all decided that they want to see me in the hospital…

Now, when I discussed this with my Mum and Step Dad they told me it was very spiteful of me to be resentful of having my loving, caring family members want to come and see me during this fragile time… Like, ok, my Dad I understand. He’s my dad… but everyone else? I wanted to tell them that it was very spiteful of them (Mum and Dad) to not understand that I don’t want the entire contents of my extended family to see me whilst I look like a balloon… but I didn’t.