Drilling Day

Friday 6th June the day of the drilling arrives.

We arrived at the hospital twenty minutes early, in the naive belief that the earlier we got to the hospital the earlier I would be seen.

I was sorely mistaken,we waited and waited, getting hungrier and hungrier. (On a side note how cruel to give toast to one patient when the rest of us were famished). Four hours later after I had been measured for the glamourous anti thrombosis stockings, I made my way to the theatre.

In the anaesthesia room, I lay worried that the anaesthetic wouldn't work and I would be conscious the entire procedure.

"You should start to feel a little bit drunk."  I started to shake my head to disagree...

Next thing I know I am being rudely awoken from the best dream I've ever had (can't remember it though).  

"How are you feeling?"

"Nooooooo, that was such a good dream!"  At that moment everyone in the room was my enemy. 

As I slowly became accustomed to my surroundings, I felt the most enormous irritation on my face.  My nose was so itchy I could have ripped it off my face. 

"My nose is itchy. MY nose is itchy.  MY NOSE IS ITCHY!"  

"Oh that is normal."  

In a haze of anaesthesia I was wheeled back to the ward to begin my recovery.