Op

Today, I went to the hospital for my first ever surgery. It was a quick procedure, I checked in by writing my name on a green card, and proceeded by watching a soap opera in the waiting room until a nurse came and called my name. Hopped onto the surgery chair and got myself covered in blue sheets, with a little cut-out hole over the to-be-operated-on area. My doctor (old and not cute, like I anticipated!) came into the room and got gloved up and numbed my arm. The procedure was pretty painless, I really couldn't feel a thing. It was quite relaxing in fact, just lying in the chair well the doc did his thing, and I was bored to the point where I was doing some Keegels whilst while he operated.

The quick twenty minute procedure was over in a jiffy. I was a really good patient, and the nurses ooh-aah-ed at my bravery. They would probably have given me a lollipop if I were ten years younger. I chatted with a couple of them, and waved my goodbyes with a cheery smile. Two hours and two painkillers later, my facade had made quite the turnaround. I whined and grumbled while my patient roommate complied with my wishes until I fell asleep. Whattaday.