The operation.

So...I arrived at the P.A. Hospital yesterday at 8.00 am with Will and checked in before being sent up to the Pre-Op department. It was very busy and I expected a bit of a wait but we had hardly sat down before my name was called by Sabina."Are you waiting or going?" She asked Will. We both hesitated not expecting to be parted so soon, but both felt she was indicating he should leave. We didn't have time for a proper goodbye in the packed waiting room before he was gone and I followed Sabina. Firstly I changed into fetching paper underwear and a mauve smock and then found Sabina was waiting in another seating area sat by a large computer monitor on a trolley.The check in procedure that followed took about an hour with Sabina asking hundreds of questions. I got the impression she was pretty much a beginner as she had prompts written on her arm which she crossed off at various points in the interview. There were other people waiting too but they were not being grilled. Sabina had trouble with the blood pressure machine...in fact she stood for 10 minutes reading the instruction manual! She tapped at the keyboard with one finger as if it was the first time she'd seen one.Most of the questions I had answered before on previous hospital visits, ' Do you smoke?' 'Do you drink?'. I answered them but didn't really need to hear how Sabina would answer them but she discussed at length her infrequent alcohol intake."Are you pregnant?" She asked."No," I answered in the same monotone I had answered the rest."Are you bored?" Asked Sabina."A bit," I lied, but added, " you are actually making me look forward to the operation Sabina!" I was losing the will to live.When she finally finished the computerised questionairre it asked if she wanted to save everything. She pressed 'no' and said "let's go find a bed."There wasn't an empty one so we ended up back in the seating area with the computer monitor.An empty bed was wheeled past. "Shall we grab that one," I said jumping up.Sabina got me in the bed and it was then I realised that all the other nurses were interviewing their patients standing by their beds. Sabina didn't stand...she preferred to sit.Sabina went and the long wait began from 9.30 until 1. 20. The guy in the next bed was having a heart valve replacement. A nurse came and pulled the curtains around him saying she had to shave him. The shaver buzzed for a bit before she said "...and now the pubic region. Do you want me to get one of the guys to do it?""I don't want anyone to do it." He said. He ended up doing it himself in the loo.Eventually I heard my name mentioned by the receptionist answering the phone and knew I was next. It was quite surreal being wheeled to theatre C5 feeling some relief that the wait was over and a lot of fear about what was ahead.I was wheeled into ante-room outside the operating theatre where they were finishing off the previous operation. I was greeted by a friendly nurse who soon disappeared into the theatre to help them clear up. I was alone for awhile and the fear became almost overwhelming and it took a lot of effort not to cry. Dr Cole appeared, who I met before when they decided to go ahead with the operation. He reviewed my charts with his trainee surgeon and drew an arrow on my left shoulder. The anaesthetist came in and fitted a canula into the back of my left hand and I discussed my fear of feeling everything while appearing unconscious but he said not to worry. He was honest and said some people feel the throat tubes going in or coming out but that it was rare and he would be monitoring me closely. I was asked more questions, "Do you smoke?, drink?" I jumped in and said "I'm not pregnant either."The anaesthetist appeared again saying "I am just going to give you some valium.""What is that for?" I asked."Just to keep you calm," he said...the next thing I knew a nurse was saying my name and it said 5 on a blurry clock. I couldn't keep my eyes open and kept seeing the nurse and then beautiful scenes of rocks, trees and water then the nurse again then back to the rock scenes.I was wheeled upto Ward 3C and soon after Dr Cole appeared out of the mist and said that it had all gone well and that he had been interested to see what it was so had cut it open when it came out and that it was full of pus. Nice! He said it was more like a cyst."How long have I had it?" I asked."Probably since you were born." He said.Ugh! A 50 year old pus bag.Will appeared and held my hand and stroked it quietly for ages as I drifted in and out of sleep. I told him I loved him and he thought it was the drugs making me emotional but I knew what I was saying and I meant it.