i did mention that i was going to do a behind-the-scrubs post about my surgery but i realise that there isnt much to talk about, probably because i was drugged the whole time.

i walked in the day surgey centre with mum at 9:30am. half an hour later i was in a hospital gown (which really doesnt do anything for my figure or for the breeze at the privates) and on my very own bed. after another half an hour of waiting, i said goodbye to mum as two nurses in scrubs wheeled me off to my surgery room, where i waited another 30 minutes or so before finally getting butchered open. i was getting so impatient that i kept asking the nurse when it'd be my turn. any longer and i would've cut myself open.

it turned out that the guy before me was having some major surgery and so mine got delayed. how major i hear you ask? well lets just say that after the guy before me was through, a woman had to come in to mop the floor. and they took a whole lot of time to clean the whole operating area.

the anasthesia was kinda cool. at first all i could feel was my head getting really light and like it wasnt really there. the next moment i was out like a light and i woke up about an hour later in the post surgery recovery area. i did feel strangely restless though after the surgery and i just couldnt lie down and go back to sleep. so after getting dressed (with much difficulty) i asked for a wheelchair so that i could just wheel myself around while waiting for my mandatory 'rest' period to pass.

it's been 4 days or so since the surgery and there is still some slight pain when i walk but i'm guessing thats normal when someone cuts you open and sews you back up. so far i'm good with nothing major to complain about. i'm just hoping that this will finally end all the stupid crap that i've been dealing with.