Eventually, the day of my surgery came round. I had to arrive at the hospital at 7:15 AM. My partner came with me, and I was carrying my new PJ’s, Dressing Gown, eReader and medications as requested, via a pre booked taxi.
When we arrived, a smart lady in a suit came to greet us and took us to my private room and explained a few details to me. I sat, trying to keep my mind off things, and we chatted for a while before I got stuck in to my book so as not to dwell on things too much.
Eventually a Nurse came in and explained what would happen next. I was given a hospital gown, a pair of very flimsy surgical pants and asked to change in to them and put my dressing gown on. I changed, and sat, and waited a little longer. A couple of further visits by the nurse to do some admin, and to catalog my medication I brought in. I was very grateful for my partner being there as she helped ease my nerves.
After a little bit longer, the consultant swooped in.
Hello, can you confirm your name?
And what procedure are you having?
And which leg?
I assume these were just questions to make sure I was the correct patient, and I was aware of what I was in for. I asked about both legs and he said under no circumstances would he ever do both at once. I guess that’s due to recover and risk. I explained that both legs were as bad as each other at the moment, and he asked which one I wanted doing. I stuck with the left leg as in general that has been the worst. He drew a little doodle on it, and explained the risks, such as numbness around the scar, the fact that it might recur if my genetic makeup meant I was an extreme healer ( a reference to the fact that my body may heal excessively and cause the fascia to scar and reform ).
He also said that if it does not work, then the only other option is to just shoot me 🙂
He mentioned that my leg may look different after the surgery, and that it may bulge somewhat when I walk on it, which was fine by me. If it does work, then there is the option to have my other leg done at a later date.