Being the loving, caring guy that I am, I felt it wasn’t fair to be putting poor Leo through all this surgery without stepping up to the plate and having a burl myself. So yesterday, I trotted along to St Andrew’s Hospital in the city where I had an operation to correct my deviated septum.
As instructed, I fronted up at hospital bright and early at 6:30 AM, where I was checked in and soon taken down to the surgical waiting area. “Waiting” being the operative word there; I sat around for about two-and-a-half hours before being called through to get changed into a gown and then placed into the holding bay. Another two hours waiting there, and I was taken through to a bed. I thought for sure it must be almost my turn, given that I heard lots of other people around me being brought to a bed then taken almost immediately, but I ended up falling alseep and being woken almost two hours later!
Finally, at around 2:30 PM I was wheeled into the theatre. I have to admit that I was feeling a little bit nervous, having never been under a general anaesthetic before. The anaesthetist (which I’ve decided most people pronounce incorrectly by dropping the first ‘s’) put a cannula into my arm and said, “you may start feeling a bit dizzy soon”. Sure enough, the room soon started spinning, so I closed my eyes. Next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery ward, where a woman was very insistently asking me how I was feeling.
My memory is a bit blurry after that, but I know it was about 5:30 PM when I was wheeled to the ward, feeling a little worse for wear but overall not too bad. I had a headache, my throat was very sore (from having a breathing tube down there) but as it turns out my nose barely hurt at all. That didn’t stop it from bleeding quite a bit though, so I had to wear cold packs on my head and neck all night, plus a piece of green gauze under my nose to soak up the blood – somewhat like a terrible green moustache. It was not my finest hour.
After a fairly ordinary night’s sleep though, things started looking up. The headache had gone, the bleeding had subsided, and my throat was starting to feel better. The surgeon came through at about 9 AM to check up on me, then the pharmacist came and delivered my prescriptions, and by 10:30 AM, I was on my merry way!
So now I’m back at home, in recovery for a few days no doubt, but hopefully well on the way to being fully mended. The surgeon’s theory is that once all the swelling has gone done, I’ll once again be able to smell and breathe through my nose at the capacity I could when I was a kid, so I’m thoroughly looking forward to seeing if that’s true. My sense of smell is (/was?) shocking!