Here we go, I am rocking up to the Day surgery ward at the Churchill Hospital with my lovely wife Carol and she can't come in, I'm like what the fuck! anyway shortly after they move me to waiting space where she can join me - the reality is you want someone with you when you go along to this sort of thing, even if they just there to hear what the surgeon, anaesthetist, etc has to say - it's important as I know I'll forget, or remember differently especially after anaesthetic
Anyway all ready:
Surgeon been in - check
Anaesthetist visited - check
Nurse does blood pressure - all good - check
We are good to go - ready with happy thoughts and so off to the theatre!
3 hours later
I come into recovery, feel ok I can feel my tongue and mouth is a bit sore, but nothing to bad. I know and understand the next time I'm in recovery this is not going to be an easy part of the journey, but we'll get through it. I have so much to live for, so much I still want to do and actually I would like to enjoy retirement without all this shit when I decide to!
Get wheeled back to the day ward after about 45 minutes and then checked by different nurses giving me different info, I can eat, no I can't, do you want a drink, oh you shouldn't be drinking yet, anyway I feel fine so I just do it anyway, have a nice cup of coffee (not bad for a hospital) a biscuit or 3 and then an egg sandwich followed by a couple of yoghurts and the world is all good.
We look to leave the hospital around 16:00, prior to this
Prod. Winter turns up, tells me it all went well, the deeper biopsy they have taken has been sent off for tests and that I'll come back in the following day with an update on where we are at, my appointment is at 16:20
And we go home
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