Dear Diary, it's Day Surgery Day

Dear Diary,

It’s Day surgery day. That means an early morning start, with no sleep because I've been anxious all night about one thing.

My last meal was at 2am and I am not allowed to drink any water. Today will be a lot of waiting and shuffling around.

The nurse checks me in. Consent signed✅️ Not pregnant✅️. Time to wait. The next visitor is the anaesthetist. I always ask what she plans to give me after a bad experience many years ago. I mention being cold the last time I was coming to from being under K (relevant for later). A trick question - "what I ate for breakfast?" "Nothing" - and a few reassurances, she double checks of my allergies and I wait some more.

The surgeon comes round next to check we are on the same page about today’s procedure. Consent forms are checked again. I make sure to request my sick note now because post anaesthetic delirium will make it hard to remember. This is step 1 of a longer term plan so it should be straight forward. 

I'm shuffled to the next floor to wait as I'm up next. Time to get ready to go under. This is the part I was anxious about - the cannula in my hand. I have had these many times and it still isn't easier but she is good and we manage after a little wiggle on the first try… God be with me… 2…1. 

The body-mind disconnect while coming out from under is such a strange feeling to describe. I don't realise I'm shivering until a nurse offers a warming blanket. I’m struggling to move my arms for observation. I'm not sure how much time passes. 

The next time I manage to look at a clock is 3pm. I need 2 hands help me to the loo as the meds wear off so that I don't fall in. Nurse and a sister. Small but strong arms support me either side. Look up and straight - no matter how much you want to close your eyes - you won't fall. 

A few hrs later and a delay from pharmacy I'm able to leave. First stop food.