Recovery

I don’t quite remember waking up, but I think I remember opening my eyes and seeing a young female nurse looking at me.  She may have been asking me questions, but I am not sure.  I had an oxygen mask on for a bit, and just lay there.

From what I remember, I did not have the crazy effect I had heard so much about, the disorientation, the chatty ness.  It felt like I was okay, just chatting to the nurse.  She gave me some water out of a straw, and swapped my oxygen mask for a nasal tube.  I just lay there, looking at the clock, and listening to what was going on around me.  Ever now and then, I would be asked how I was, and I replied “fine”.  I certainly felt okay.

Looking at the clock, I had only been in surgery for about 35 minutes.  In and out, quick as a flash.

It wasn’t for another 30-45 minutes that I was then wheeled back up stairs.  I remember being reversed back in to my room, and thankfully, as I was turned, there was my Partner waiting for me.  I felt relieved.

My bandaged leg after surgery