UuUUUuuuuUUUUUuuuugh....
Well, as everyone told me, it was the prep yesterday afternoon and evening (and several times during the night, as it turned out) that was truly miserable. The operation itself was a breeze since I was knocked out and don't remember anything between the time they started pumping the anaesthesia stuff in and when I came to in the recovery room.
But the prep...
blech. I would not wish that on my worst enemy. That was the most miserable experience of my life.
I now have a headache (probably lack of adequate fluids and ANY food the last 24 hours, combined with aforementioned lack of sleep) and I'm groggy as all get-out, even after a four hour nap. But I'm lighter, at least.
And the doc didn't find anything major, so looks like all is well.
I should be back up to speed tomorrow, hopefully. Until then, I'm off to praise the Lord for food as I sample the delicacies of my own refrigerator.
Topic: Uncle Dáin goes under the knife. (Read 2137 times)
