Now, today is the day of my operation. I have never had an operation before. Ever. Not counting the wisdom teeth. I have never stayed in a hospital either. Not counting the half hour or so to visit family or friends. So, this week's experience is a true experience.
When I remember visiting family or friends, I remember my father in his own pair of pj's, my friend in her own clothes. I was therefore completely set on taking pj's and some extra clothes. And then I was told that the minute I got into hospital, I would be given hospital stuff to wear. Oh! That was unexpected. Ah well, all part of the experience I guess...
Since this is a preposted post, I am not quite sure as to whatever else is going to happen or has happened already. I probably have talked to an anesthesist yesterday, hopefully a gynaecologist. Blood samples? X-ray? You tell me, since I haven't got a clue. It's also part of the experience I guess!
The operation today will be a biggie. No keyhole surgery for me! No, a complete slash, horizontally or vertically. I might suggest both, just to be on the safe side. Then again, I don't want an ignoramus to tell me about how to drive either, so I might just keep schtum and not offend a doctor in the know. Having such a large cut, will mean a lot of stitches I think. I have only ever had three after my encounter with the breadknife two years ago. It's certainly going to be an experience and a half.
New experiences are always (well almost always anyway) good. I hope these fall in that category!