So the morning of the op was very emotional. I dropped Ruairi off at nursery and ended up bursting into tears in front of the nursery nurses. Ruairi didn't see thankfully, already off playing, but I was quite the wreck. Ryan took me to the hospital but needed to be home to collect Ruairi after lunch so I asked that I be left alone in the ops admissions room.
I was still feeling very calm, thirsty and hungry but calm. I met with the nurse for last minute info checks etc and she had to ask if I might be pregnant and then insisted on doing a test to be 100% sure. Its strange, as I sat and waited a very small part of me really hoped by some divine intervention I would be. It was negative.
I met with my surgeon, not Mr Lamb but a younger doctor, who was lovely. Very sympathetic to my case & told me he thought I was incredibly brave to make this decision so young, it really touched me.
Next I saw the anaesthetist. Hmmm. Everyone I spoke to said the gas man will be lovely....he'll put your mind at rest and you'll feel much more relaxed about it all. NOT THE CASE!!! He came in, sat down, pointed at my arm and said 'a needle will go in here, you will count and you will fall asleep, any questions?' (i sat shocked and open mouthed) 'good' and he left.
When I was called through I was very proud of how well I had held it all together and mentally patted myself on the back for being awesome. In my little hospital gown I was led to the gas room where I was met by Mr Grumpy but also a lovely, lovely nurse, who held my hand and asked if I liked wine.....I said yes and she said 'close your eyes and enjoy this large glass of wine coming your way' and with that I was asleep.
Coming too was interesting, I've never struggled so hard to keep my eyes open. It was like being tired and drunk and giggly. For reasons I cannot explain (or maybe I can - morphine) I have vivid recollections of having a unicorn horn, a beautiful pearlescent, unicorn horn, that my fringe kept covering so I had to keep blowing it away and shaking my head. I can remember on route to the ward asking the nurse if she thought my unicorn horn was pretty 'it's more than pretty' she replied 'it's beautiful'.