Back home, even if not quite back in action. The doctors very colourfully described the surgery as ‘uneventful’ – a strangely comforting word to hear when you are coming out of the anesthesia. Remember very little of the surgery, of course, except the time when I came out of the anesthesia and found all sorts of people doing all sorts of post operative stuff to me in the OT.
Right now, I am so high on painkillers, the only pain I feel is what I remember when I see the six huge wounds on my hands, each corresponding to an attempt to drive the IV line into a vein.
The good thing about hospitals is that you get to read without distractions. More than enough time to finish off three books which I have been wanting to read for a long time, but putting off for a variety of reasons. Also managed to get through the entire pile of girly magazines at the nursing home, and am now an expert on the latest trends in women’s wear.
And barely 12 hours after the surgery, I discovered yet another reason to cheer. All the running and swimming and weight training I have been doing over the last two years has left me with muscles that are strong, even if they do not look as toned as I would like them to. Which means, the muscles started fighting back as soon as they could, and less than 24 hours after the start of the surgery, I was fully ambulatory. Had I been operated upon two years back, I am not sure if my recovery would have been as fast.
Four to six weeks of restrictions lie before me. And do keep me company during the time is the CD they presented me when I left – a video of the entire operation. What I am supposed to do with it, I have yet to figure out. Surely it could not be a ‘learn to do it yourself’ kit – after all, I don’t have any uteruses left to remove.