Turned at Day surgery for my “minor” operation this morning, with the operation scheduled for about lunchtime.
I was asked if I could find my own way to X-Ray, just so they could confirm my collapsed lung had recovered on its own (this involves going back out of the building and re-entering via the main entrance, so you can get to somewhere around directly under where you started from, as the reception and ward for day surgery only have internal access to the operating theatres!
After that they did the usual array of stats tests, chat with anaesthetist, registrar etc… only towards the end of this when Susan was asking about when she should phone to see how things went, and the registrar said it would be better if he phoned her did I start to realise this was maybe a bigger op than I had understood!
In fact I was in theatre for about 6 hours, and taken straight to High Dependency, which explained why I hadn’t been told to go to a ward in the morning.
(Obviously I’m not writing this on (or even close to) the day, as I was pretty much completely in another world with Morphine and (Although we did not know this till 2 weeks later) a hallucinatory allergic reaction to one of the drugs.