Operation

It is no wonder I am so blissful, when they say ignorance is bliss.
These days hernia ops. are a dime a dozen and they have the procedure and outcome off pat.  It is just like in ER or medical shows.  There are people in gowns, and gloves, and weird hair coverings, all gathered around a table that has me on it!  I need to have gotten rid of any jewellery (there goes my tongue stud), and I am dressed in a thoroughly indecent gown, covered by a dressing gown.
Immediately before the op. the anaesthetist goes to work.  It is important I am knocked out before they do anything.  It matters to them, but I reckon it matters even more to me. I would really not like to be the anaesthetists.   Merril is a nurse.  She has been one for a lot of years.  It is the exception, but she has seen someone who did not come back.  Too much anaesthetic was applied.  It may be one small step for man but there is not much I can do after the event.  I think I must have taken a while to go under.  People just gathered around waiting, gave it away for me.
Anyway I have come out the other side.  Us reminiscing about who had gone to this hospital, that we knew, and who had died, was not a good look.  It was basically everyone we knew.  Like 100%.  I was like, in a word, “alarmed.”  I felt everyone who came into the room should be warned.
What I always forget, is the pain.  Sure the procedure is hum drum, but a short term pain, for a long term gain, is to be had.  I am such a wimp.  I do though, know more about drugs than I did.  Paracetamol I knew about.  While they are not to be eaten like lollies, they are a great stand by.   At the hospital I was given something stronger.  It sure did the trick.
What amazes me, is that something I give no thought to, can be so important.  I have found that, if I hurt a finger, I suddenly discover how much I need and use that finger.  It seems that, if one part of me suffer, all of me suffers.  In this case it was my core.  Man, sitting up and lying down was suddenly such a drama. It also basically meant I had no choice in how I slept.  It was on my back, or nothing.  Putting sand shoes on was now a real challenge.  I did not know how important my core was to me, but I know now.
It does not help me either that Merril is such a no nonsense nurse.  Me having a bell to summons her, is out of the question.  She has a week off to look after me.  I am sure her saying her “holidays had been granted” was just a slip of the tongue. I do wonder though, if I should be concerned about the balloons and the cake.
Thankfully, these things come, to pass. Normal statistics show that pain is experienced in the first couple of days.  As long as everything is done correctly, then I should get even better than I was.  That is, an incredibly amazing statistic to me, as I wonder how that is even possible.  Maybe dream is a more appropriate word than wonder.