The nurse came into my room at 11:00 a.m. this morning and deposited a bunch of surgical stuff on my tray table. She told me the doctor had decided I didn't need a general anaesthetic and would be doing the procedure right there in my room. I was relieved -- this would be easier than I thought!
Then I was really keyed up. After all, I didn't know if he would be coming earlier than advertised (2:45), just because his stuff showed up at 11:00. And there they were.
I was reminded of the procedure of the Inquisition in which suspected heretics and witches being asked to confess would first "be shown the instruments of torture."
Eventually, I relaxed enough to doze off. About 1:30, in came the doc just as I was getting up to pee. Here we go!
I thought, but when I came out, he had disappeared. The instruments weren't all as he had wanted them. So he was off again, and I was left to lie there and wait. That was tough.
Well, he came in, and got right down to it. It only took a couple of minutes, but it's not easy to let a guy poke and slice down around one's nether parts without any input or interference from oneself. It was all over, and I was talking with collinsmom
came in to pray me off to surgery. All over and done with surprised him.
And so we're coming into the home stretch. I go home tomorrow, to take 30 days of antibiotics, frequent sitz baths, etc. and so forth. Cuthbert and Sassy have been missing me madly, and I've been missing them. Oh, and the doc said I shouldn't work this weekend, so that means that Zach will be doing All Saints Sunday communion without me -- and even better, I get to punt on Charge Conference
! Now, THAT'S a day off!
Well, must go back to lying in bed now. Starting to wear out sitting at this desk. It's been wonderful to read all my friends' LJ's, though. When I get home, I hope to be able to add more to our mutual conversation that I have been able to, lately.Auf wieder-bye-bye.