As some of you know, this week saw my journey into hospital to finally get the long awaited treatment that had eluded my previous GP.
If I am honest I was terrified and the thought of being knocked out and going under general anaesthetic really did have me quaking in my boots .. yet I remained strong, gritted my teeth invaded instagram with my photos instead.
After leaving the house at just after 6.15am we arrived on the ward for a 7am where I was taken down to see my consultant who once again went over the procedure and the possible complications. He also covered the fact that if extra repair work was needed they would do it while I was under.
I was terrified.
The only saving grace was that Ollie was allowed to stay with me right until going into theatre and for that I was grateful.
I was given the most attractive compression socks and stunningly unappealing (and draughty) paper pants!! … I should of run for the hills!
I was 2nd on the list and the wait itself was awful, I was anxious and terrified, but I held firm and when the time came to be wheeled down to surgery I bit my tongue and pretended I was OK. I got into the theatre and the staff where lovely. The nicer they got the more upset I became.
They placed me on some yellow blocks (they looked like soft play blocks) and the anaesthetist was wiping my tears and asking me things, all the while I sobbed and threatened to throw up on his bright yellow crocs.
It took me quite a while to come round enough to become coherent and so I stayed in recovery for quite some time. Although after getting back on the ward things moved quite quickly. Ollie arrived, I was given more pain killers, some food and I saw the Dr and later on that same night I was allowed to come home (although in fairness they would of had no choice I hate hospitals)
This last week has been more about sleeping and trying to not move (it hurts when I move) I have made it outside for breakfast and a refill of painkillers but slow and steady wins the race.
But I am happy.
I am happy that the pain I suffered with for nearly a year, if not longer is on the way out the door. I am happy that the end of the chapter has come to an end and I am yet to embark on another.
I am happy to be healing and home.