Waking up.

” Sinead, sinead pet, wake up now. You are back in your own bed – everything went fine”

That is exactly as I remember waking up in recovery. One minute you are putting your everything into a surgeons hands, falling into unconsciousness and then you are awake again. It’s all over.

It was a cosy feeling. I was snuggly and warm, and obviously out of my face on drugs. I felt happy.

And then my sister appeared, allowed into me in recovery, I am sure she must have been such an emotional heap, but didn’t show it as I looked up at her and was just so happy to see her despite being out of my face.

In the midst of it all when my sister walked into recovery she got a wicked fright, whatever way I was lying it looked like I had lost an arm. She had a moment of panic as she thought “jesus christ, they have taken her arm as well.”🙈

And there I was kind of incoherent, kind of coherent with so many people waiting for the phone call or text ” she is ok, it’s all over”. Well not really all over but at least this part was.

Now before you start getting wicked upset at the thoughts of me lying in recovery.. out of my face, let me just tell you a little story about before I went for surgery.

I kept it till now to try and cheer you up 😊

When I left the ward to go down to theatre, there was also a very elderly gentleman being escorted with me. Sure they we were, Hospital gowns and hats in place, me Accompanied by my husband and the gentleman on his lonesome.. Had the usual chats on the short walk to theatre, Elderly gentleman “Hello”, me ” Hello how are you”. Elderly gentleman.. ” won’t be long now” , me ” no not at all”.. Sweat drippin off me with the nerves and trying hard just to walk.

Now as I had worked in a hospital environment in the past I had figured out the Gentleman was getting his cataracts done.

So we sat opposite each other waiting on our turn. Sure he was dying for the chat.

Elderly gentleman ” Which one are you getting done”

Me “Awe the right one”

Elderly gentleman “Awe the same as meself, won’t be long and we will be able to see everything”

Me “Absolutely, we won’t know ourselves”

See the poor man thought I was getting the cataracts done aswell. My husband kept telling me that the man thought I was getting the cataracts done, I kept telling my husband I knew that. I wasn’t telling lies. I was getting the right one done.. Just not the right eye.

Imagaine if I had said to the poor man, ” O hang on now, where would you like me to start”. The poor pet.

Eventually I was brought back to the ward, half awake, half asleep, pain relief in place, drains at my side. I had the tea and toast (why is hospital tea and toast always so georgous – one of the great wonder’s of the world), and even gave a thumbs up for a picture to send to my friends. Curtains pulled around my bed, I didn’t want to interact with anyone. I just wanted to sleep. And sleep I did until I woke up the next morning, the morning of my 48 birthday, 28th of March 2018, me and The Lonely Boob.