I’ve never been admitted into hospital since a baby. Naturally I felt nervous. I hate being sick. Only strengthen the thinking that I’m weak somehow. Once admitted, changed into the hospital robe with disposable panties n all. Waited a while for op to start. IV drip was injected in me just outside the op room and finally I was directed to the op table. It was really like in te dramas, with the lights n tools ard me. And the anesthesia mask was placed on me, smells terribly metallic and before I know it I was knocked out. Next thing I know I woke up some where in the ward feeling dizzy n freezing cos of the cold. Couldn’t really move yet on the bed. Moved again somewhere n this time I tried to move my left arm. Hmm no pain there. The full pain started to be felt once I reached home. Nauseous in the car ride back home as anesthesia starting to wear off.
Now day 4 and I could still feel the pain from the cut.
