Here’s a collage of all the flowers I received from all of you!! Thanks too for all your prayers, the cards, smses, calls, fish & chicken essences, the misc. gifts and for visiting me both at the hospital & at home. It truly helped lift my spirits and helped me get through the hospital stay. Thank u, thank u, thank u! I feel so overwhelmed with love by all of you and I know I’ll have a speedy recovery with all your love & support!
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Recounting the Op-erience…
On the eve of the op I was actually very exhausted – finishing up work, tying lose-ends.. But thankfully I managed to get some restful sleep.
Thurs morning I was actually feeling rather perky, bag packed all ready to go!!! Arrived at hospital with mum & Nav to admissions to settle bills, paperwork and was shortly whisked to my ward.
Upon arrival of my temporary abode – was given the SCV magazine, tv remote – (felt like I was checking into some motel 
) and hopped onto my bed – fiddling with the bed remote…
The friendly nurses greeted me, tagged me, did ‘necessary‘ preparations.. donned me in my hospital scrubs and told me the op would be at 3pm…
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Between 9am – 12pm time seemingly dragged, but actually flew by.. and then… 2.45pm the nurses came to fetch me for the OP! It was actually a bit scary at this point – it kinda felt like I was going in for some execution!!! hee hee…
The first point was the waiting room, the nurse told me not to be nervous (like how not to be?!) Shortly after… I had to prop myself on to the op bed and was wheeled into a small op-prepatory room. At this point I felt like a piece of meat up for slaughter… I lay, whilst the nurses prepared me – blankets – check, drip – check, you know wat your’e in for? – check, is this your signature – check…. there were so many nurses/docs going in and out it wasn’t funny. So I lay there for about 10 minutes, cold and anxious – citing PHIL 4:13 during the quiet moments aannnnnd then…….
I was wheeled in to that room behind … the clanking noise of apparatus – that slaughter house or was it a kitchen??? arghh whatever!!! I was going in for the OP!!!!
Stainless steely, cold, chaotic with doctors & nurses – I told myself to be brave! I slided from my bed to THE OP bed, the male doctor from behind puts the mask over me and the general anaesthetic starts to kick in… Doc asks me to count to 5… 1,2 (vision blurred, can still hear) 3,4 (start worrying… what if I can’t see, but hear during the op?!!!) 5 – completely OUT!!!
3hrs later…. regain conscious, Nav by side, wheeled back into ward. Pearl visits – but hardly gets my full attention – as the patient drifts in & out…..
Hee hee – btw this ain’t drama it’s for REAL!
On a serious note….. thanks again to ALL of you for being there for me – I seriously would not be OK without you all!!!
*hugs* *kisses*
the patient princess
