Blog 11 - Day Of The Brain Operation

We got to the hospital in good time but as usual it was a lot of waiting around. I guess that's why they are called Waiting Rooms.
At first it may seem strange that there is not a lot I can remember about such an important event in my life but with so much happening...
The day was full of waiting around.

When I eventually went in for the general anaesthetic there was the anaesthetist and plenty of specialists and also a student who did seem to know her stuff.
Now my memory is well known for being...er...forgetful. But I do remember waking up in resuscitation with some people arguing about something. It's strange how I can always remember waking up in resus but soon as they start to move me to a ward...I forget until I get to the ward.
I was feeling awful – especially my chest. My head felt fine. You would think otherwise wouldn't you? Lucinda turned up from nowhere holding a strawberry yogurt and a spoon. Wow...that yogurt was the most wonderful thing I had ever tasted.
You know – ever since then I have loved yogurts. Can't get enough of them. I don't know if it's the coolness or something else. The woman in the bed across from me (yes, I found that strange – a mixed ward), was eating loads of yogurt; along with loads of ice cream. Her was bringing MacDonald’s in by the cartload along with...MacDonald's ice cream.

All through the night there was a woman who was convinced she was being held captive.
“Help...Help...they are holding me prisoner......!
The problem was they didn't have space for her anywhere else – none of the other wards had spare beds. In time she was moved into a ward a bit further up the corridor but everyone could still hear her.

I thought it quite peculiar that the very next day Lucie was able to take me home...the very following day. And so she did...minus one rather large tumour from my brain.