12 hours to go.
12 hours, that is, if we stick to the outline schedule, which has me prepped and on the operating table at 8.
Actually, tis a bit more complicated, so here, for anyone into prayer – or just simply keeping their fingers crossed – is what tomorrow looks like.
12 midnight – nil by mouth (though some fluids stll permitted)
5 – no more fluids (eek!)
6/6.30 – wake to final checks and a pre-op enema (double eek!)
7.30 – meet the surgeon: discuss risks, etc. check for the umpteenth time if i want to do this.
7.31 – head for home
Nah. 🙂 Only joking
8-9-ish, down to theatre and prepped for anaesthesia. There is a minor op before me so it may be closer to 9 that my op begins.
9 – before the op proper gets going (but after i am under) they do a final scan (probably) checking for nasties in my bladder. Everyone tells me it is 99.9% certain that there will be no issues. I am terrified…. not of the op…but of coming round to be told there has been no op.
Why me? As if there weren’t enough hurdles getting to this point anyway.
12-1 all being well, back from theatre with new body parts in place and start to come round to new life…
Wednesday/thursday – zonked
Thursday/friday – start to get mobile once more. Dressings off and, for the first time, get to see my new anatomy.