Tuesday night. I’m listening to an audiobook recording of Pratchett and Baxter’s The Long Earth. I’ve just had the last of the canullas removed from my hand. I came out of surgery about lunchtime yesterday and since then, been spending time between sleeping and suffering with a headache.
It’s 9:30 on Sunday night, and I’ve been here for five and a half hours. To say I am nervous would be an understatement. Louise left about 6, and food arrived about 35 minutes later. Since then, I’ve been mostly on my own.
Due to circumstances beyond our control, suspected to be due to complications in an earlier use of the facility, the mission has been scrubbed at V minus 30 minutes. The next launch window is on two weeks time on December 1st.
This report will continue at that time. For now all systems have been returned to a holding facility in East London.
So it begins. It is a cold and foggy Sunday morning in East London, a day like any other in mid November, except that it is a day of change, or the start thereof at least. It’s a day of endings, the last day of a chapter of my life which has gone on now for a number of years. This afternoon, I will check into hospital for surgery, and by this time tomorrow, it should be all done, or at least close to. (more…)