So, the whole getting the tonsils out thing was traumatic.  I'm almost at the end of my 10 day isolation (2 more days!!), and then it's no crowded places, or work until 27th still.  I can't wait to get out of the house, and I'm missing work sooo much!!

The hospital was traumatic as the vast majority of staff I met were male - my nurse, and my night nurse were male, the anesthetist was male, and my surgeon was male.  I tried to talk to the anesthetist about my massive anxieties about being put to sleep, and I asked for Si to come into the room while I was put to sleep, but he wasn't having any of it, and just said that it's not appropriate, so it wasn't possible.  I didn't feel able to share about my history as I was surrounded by men.  Don't get me wrong, they didn't do anything inappropriate and were nice enough, but I felt intimidated, and small.  I'm not sure how present I was to be honest.  I felt like I was on autopilot.  I'm going to talk to Oya about it when I see her on Tuesday, but my littles have been scarily absent since.  The only one who's been around is Belle, and that was because Niamh wanted to do colouring.

I feel Belle getting excited about Christmas, and she's loving the present buying for everyone.  Yesterday, we had to choose and buy some "spy toys" for my nephew, and it was such good fun!!

Today, we sorted through the Christmas presents, and condensed them down into some cardboard boxes that we've sealed up so they can be more easily hidden in the garage - I don't want anyone sneeking around, and then finding something they shouldn't!!