The surgery went well – I’m told it went well at least – I’m not an expert in these matters. I did end up getting nervous whilst getting wheeled into theatre and then I had the anaesthetist sticking tubes in my arms. I couldn’t see much apart from the ceiling and theatre lights (I was laid flat out), so I nervously made small talk with him as if it was the done thing (like asking a cab driver if he’s been busy and what time is he working until..)
Me: “How many people are in here?”
Him: “Six of us”
Me: “oh, ok. Cool”.
Then I heard them all discussing their kids names, one of them had a kid called Jasper. Jesus. I was about to be operated on by people who call their kids Jasper. What did I do to deserve this?
Obviously I’d already said too much to the anaesthetist as I don’t remember anything else.
The next thing I remember was being in recovery, with a nurse asking me if I wanted an Ice Block (Lolly Ice). Don’t mind if I do.
Spent the whole of the night being woken by the nurse who checked to see if I was still alive and also had the aid of morphine button to help the pain. Which I didn’t end up using too much, so they let me out of hospital a day early.
The pain has been a bit unbearable the last couple of days though, so much so that the pain was taking my breath away every time I sat down/up or layed in bed etc. It’s more painful in my hip than in my arm. But it seems to be easing up today. I still haven’t been brave enough to look underneath the plaster on my hip where a 5 inch black bruise has developed.
I go back to the surgeon in 10 days, until then I have morphine tablets to last me another couple of days and then painkillers to see me through.
It’s been novel trying to get around and do things 1 handed the past few days. Especially as I’m right handed (they operated on my right hand). But I haven’t found anything I can’t do…yet.
As the x-ray shows and my mate said, “at least you finally got a screw in Sydney”.