My operation is over and I am well. Thanks to all who have left comments and well wishes.
I am mostly very relieved that it is over and that it went well. None of the bad (baddish) things that could have happened happened at all. And I am not very sick, just weak. The operations was done with cameras, so I just have the small incisions, and no bag, and nothing that shouldn’t have been was cut or damaged. It seems like a really neat job to me.
My ex-hubby went with me to the hospital. He picked me up in the freezing dark, 6:30 am, and stayed with me until I went in. I was extremely grateful to have him there – it would have been a lonely few hours with no one there. In a way it was easier to finally get going and do things though, than to wait and worry.
Before an operation, you lie for a good long time in the pre-op room, while various specialists come around to talk and to do procedures (shots, blood pressure, I forget what else). Finally the surgeon himself comes, says a few things, and signs my belly button!
I am asked by at least four different people what operation I’m having, and someone even asks me in the operating room. There must be a huge fear of giving the right operation to the wrong patient. They can ask me as often as they want – by all means, get me the right operation, lol.
I’m still at my parents’. I haven’t felt like communicating….They have left now for their cottage, and I will go home tomorrow.
I feel lucky. I’m doing really well, a lot of people have helped me and expressed caring with visits and calls. Just I keep needing to lie down, so I’ll go do that now.