The Friday came round quickly and I checked-in at 7.30 am at the
hospital and thankfully I was first-up on the day’s schedule for the
surgeon. After a relatively short wait –
by which point I was in my sexy hospital gown - and some further checks and tests I was literally drawn up in marker pen with a big arrow on my upper left leg to ensure the surgeon removed
the villain from the correct side. I was
then walked through to the surgery prep area and laid down on a bed. Within 5 minutes I’d been wired up and was out for the count under
general anaesthetic.
I awoke in the recovery
area feeling pretty sore so I was prepped up with some morphine before being
wheeled into the ward to get over the anaesthetic and have something to
eat. After a few hours I was ready to go
home. I was able to walk gingerly, but
as the procedure was carried out from my lower abdomen downwards I was left
with a 4 inch wound which had been stitched up. This would take a number of weeks to heal and I wouldn't be able to do any lifting whilst the muscles and tissue recovered.
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