They have changed admissions somewhat since my last operation and rather than sit in rows all tense and naggy we were sitting in comfy chairs positioned in circles.
Many of the patients there weren't able to say for sure that they would be having their ops that day because of the bed situation but mine had been secured for me.
I was booked in and tagged so there was no getting away for me from then on then I was taken to the Shooting Star Unit to have the wire inserted into my breast using an ultra sound scanner.
It wasn't a pleasant experience although they did numb my breast considerably. The pushing and prodding is quite an alien feeling and so I focused on switching off and took my mind to another plain which helped. They wound the remaining wire around and fitted it to my breast.
Then for a mammogram - thank goodness my boob was numb.
I was told that I was first on the operation list (thank goodness) and at 1pm I was taken away to get prepared for the operation. This meant a gown, getting my tragus piercing and wedding ring taped and yes....... those gorgeous designer sox which stop embolisms. How sexy...... NOT!
Down in theatre the staff were lovely although alarmingly rather young! Bless the anaethetist he let his trainee canulate me despite my small and damaged veins, he remarked that I had "lady like veins" although at that point lieing on a trolly, shoulders exposed and a wire hanging out of my boob I didnt feel particularly lady like!
He asked me to think of a lovely holiday destination which I did but then I promptly gasped...... "oh no the kids are here and they are arguing....."
The next thing I knew, I was coming around asking for a cup of tea!
