Hooray, I’m alive – I survived the surgery, the hospital food and the bad weather. Even better, I managed to rouse myself from the anaesthetic in time to see England beat Australia in the Rugby World Cup – woohoo! (I would have won £15 if the Aussies had won in the office sweepstake, but I guess that means my national pride is worth at least £16 of anybody’s money)!
So, the evil ex-gall bladder has now met its doom in some medical incinerator, and all I have to show for it is five small ‘key-holes’ slowly healing over on my stomach. I experienced a wonderful concoction of opium-based drugs to deaden the pain after I was roused from the general anaesthetic. My first thought on waking was “Shit – how much did I drink and who undressed me?”. Then I realised that the men and women in green scrubs and the general medical paraphenalia around the room weren’t that normal, even in my house.
Wow it’s over. That’s it. To be honest I’ve had more traumatic leg waxes so if you’re facing something similar yourself – stay cool!