Towards the light

It’s an early wake up call - 4.30 - in order to get up and ready for the journey to Walton. We have a deadline of 7.15. 

I say goodbye to G and join the complex flurry of pre-op Q&As, further tests, meeting the surgeon and the consultant anaesthetist (a very impressive woman), provision of anti DVT socks etc. Then nothing - just sitting and waiting until sometime round 1.30 where there’s a panic to change for theatre only to be told it’s on hold as there’s an emergency. ….

Fortunately, the hold up’s not long and I’m down in pre- theatre, then wheeled in. This is the first time I’ve been anaesthetised in the theatre itself - apparently a change made during Covid. And as the very specific operating frame for back ops is very visible, it does unnerve me.  It always amazes me just how many people surround me, each with a role even if it’s only to hold my hand or place a hand on my shoulder. First there’s the heavy dose of gin (jokes the anaesthetist) and then the sledgehammer knockout blow - not literally of course! 

The next thing I know, I’m in recovery - and I think it’s fair to say it’s the most challenging time I’ve had coming out of anaesthetic, but eventually I’m feeling better (no sickness, just pain, congestion and dry mouth).

Then it’s the ward where I’ll remain overnight - happier now my glasses have been found. Nobody seems willing to let me try to stand; surprising having been told they got you out of bed as soon as possible. Don’t worry, I can feel and move my legs - I just hope this doesn’t set my recovery behind. 

G doesn’t come to see me, but will come over tomorrow morning. 

Photo opportunities come from the journey here this morning when there was a lovely sunrise with ‘autumn’ mist settling in the fields. 

Thanks so much for all your good wishes.