Hooray for not dying under the general anaesthetic! 
The operation went swimmingly and a lot quicker than I thought.
I got to the Hospital at 12pm and was told that I was 5th on the list, so I should go in at about 5pm. ‘Great’, I thought, ‘a five hour wait at least’. I had plenty to keep me occupied though, so I wasn’t too bothered. The Surgeon came to see me, looked through my notes and we had the following conversation:
Surgeon = 
Me = 
- *looks at notes* ‘Grommets…that’s straight-forward, and I see you’ve had the procedure before. How many times?’
- ‘Yeah, several when I was a child. At least three times I think?’
- *nods* ‘oh, you’re having a biopsy too? OK that’s fine’.
- ‘Erm…biopsy? I was told that it was just grommets’
- ‘Perhaps ignorance is bliss *laughs*’
- 
He buggers off while I’m just staring open-mouthed at him. I asked a Nurse when she came round to put away my notes and she said that it was just part of the procedure. I would have pestered more but I could hardly hear anything anyway (funnily enough). I always think of stuff to ask /after/ I’ve had the chance to, which is really bloody annoying, but I just concentrate so much on what people are saying that it kind of blocks everything else out until afterwards. If that makes sense?
Another woman was in the bed opposite to me and she was told to get into her hospital gown and get into the bed. She’d been fasting since 7pm the night before, so I assumed that she would go before me. I was still in my normal clothes at 3.30pm and having a read, when the Porter comes in and asks me to get changed so he can take me to theatre because the list has been moved around. Yay for me, not so yay for the woman opposite.
Once I was in theatre they put the vent thing in the back of my hand and put some saline in first to clear the vein. The Surgeon said ‘well, say bye bye then!’ and injected something else. That didn’t seem to do anything at all and they said that they were going to give me some oxygen. When they put the oxygen mask on though, it smelled and tasted just like the anaesthetic gas they gave me when I was little. When they put it on my head started to feel all fuzzy as well. When I had the injection for my last operation, I could feel it travelling up my arm, but I didn’t get any of that this time. I definitely had the reaction to the ‘oxygen’ though. If that’s the case though, I wish they’d have just said as it could have freaked me out. Not that I could have done anything while knocked out, but still.
When I woke up in the recovery room I could hardly breathe. My mouth was so dry because I hadn’t had anything to drink since 11.30am. Plus I had a roll of cloth wadding taped under my nose too which didn’t help. On my way back to the ward, my friend Tammy said hello as she happened to be working there at the time which was a lovely surprise 
Once I got back to the ward, she came and sat with me for a few minutes to keep me company. It was lovely of her to do that, but I felt really out of it, so I don’t know if I was acting weird or not, heheh. I vaguely remember asking for a cocktail umbrella to put in my glass of water though.
A bit later I decided to take the wadding off because it was starting to come unstuck (and was pissing me off immensly). I assumed it was there because it was like when I had that camera tube stuck up my nose when I saw the ENT consultant, and it was there to catch the…well, snot. Imagine my surprise when I took it off and saw that it was covered in blood! So /that’s/ where the biopsy was for :rolleyes:
So there ends my tale of hospitalisation (stop saying thank god 
). They let me go about 2hrs later and I was home for about 7pm. Now I can relax with my funky painkillers until I go back to work on Thursday. Eeeeeee, that’s grand
Hey! I have had an operation at hospital once too cuz of my broken arm. I loved eating ice cream there! Lol
xoxo
I didn’t get any icecream
I lived off ice-lollies when I had my tonsils out when I was little though. That was ace! People always fuss over you when you’re young though. Shame it doesn’t count if you have a mental age of 11, haha 
I’m so glad everything went well!
I was sick as a dog after my GA.
For two days I had to have injections, as the tablets alone weren’t helping with the sickness - which was horrible on top of a laparotomy. So glad none of that happened for you!
Make sure everyone takes extra special care of you before Thursday.
V xx
I have this thing, were my palms sweat…a lot and I had to had a surgery where they had to cut a nerve. I was soo scared that they were going to cut it wrong, and I wouldn’t survive. But I did, and my friends helped me all the way during my recovery! :]
Feel better!
-Ally.
Hey, this is my first time commenting. Your layout is absolutely amazing, by the way.
It’s great that everything went well! I remember when I had an operation, I was still groggy even after the first day. Urgh, operations are terrible.
Anyway, you can officially be as much of a drama queen as you want for the next couple of days without people telling you off for it! Haha
-Jazz