Hallo bosomy types. I thought you’d appreciate a reassuring photo so here I am with my friend morphine. Alas I am a very sensible recoverer from general anaesthetic and not a single note was to be heard. Although I was informed I had woken up previously and spoken to my surgeon which I have no memory of. So there could have been some rock ballads involved. I’m sure he will delight in telling me tomorrow.
The anaesthetists were a bunch of fluffy bunnnies (I had three). Of course my veins didn’t cooperate so they gave me breathable drugs to make me pass out. Strangely it wasn’t the dreamless out cold feeling I heard others describe. I did feel like I was asleep and dreamt. I woke up in a different and as equally unattractive gown so something icky probably happened to the original one. It is a very weird feeling to know things happened to me and I don’t know about it.
I’m back on the ward now with two other lovely ladies. They’re telling me funny stories of adventures in hairdressing and threatening to evict any snorers ; ) They’re so cool. Generally it’s very quiet here and there’s a severe lack of buzzy beepy sounds. Hooray for that. They will be waking me up every three hours to check things are OK so I don’t think a good nights sleep is in the offing. But the nurses keep mentioning that I might be out tomorrow if my drain is below 40ml. So come on wound, dry the hell up ; )
Thank you for all your lovely messages. It’s so awesome to go to sleep and wake up to so much love. I’m so happy that’s over. Big phew!