So, this time tomorrow I will be under the skillful hand of Paul Levick.
Have to say that although I've been pretty cool recently I've started to get slightly apprehensive over the last day or two. Last minute nerves I suppose.
I don't know what to say really - tomorrow evening I will be rid of the dreaded gynecomastia and getting ready to reap the rewards of a normal chest. Something tells me I won't be able to sleep very well tonight. Today will drag aswell; I'll be wandering round the house, double-checking I've prepared everything for the trip.
I'm quite looking forward to the journey home for some reason. Bit strange, not sure why.
I've got used to the compression vest now, although it still does fell a bit odd.
Had a bath last night, and strangely, I was sort of saying "goodbye" to my boobs. Not that I'll miss them or anything.
So, the next few weeks of recovery will almost certainly be quite unpleasant, but I never thought it would be anything else. I'm just looking forward to later in the year when things are back to normal. Hopefully I will have beaten the belly by that point too!
Watch this space.