I'M BACK

A little worse for wear, but I'm here in 1 piece. Thank you all for your well wishes and messages, much appreciated to know you were thinking of me.

After the huge muck up with the times, we decided it was better to arrive earlier, than later, so checked in at 12. After discussion with the nurse, she informed us that I wouldn't go into surgery until at least 5, maybe 6pm, so I sent Jon home. I had really wanted him to be there with me up until I went in, but it was ridiculous him waiting for 5 hours. I spent the afternoon dozing, doing sudoku (my latest obsession) and watched a bit of TV.

They came and got me at 5.15, and the next thing I knew it was 7.05 and I was in the recovery room. I felt fine, hubby, kids and my sister were waiting in my room by the time I got back to it about 7.30. They stayed about half an hour, and then I just dozed off and on through the night, still feeling OK, still a bit dopey from the drugs, and had a decent sleep from 12 -4, and then dozed again, waking about 5 and not able to get back to sleep. The worst bit was I was right outside some of the 'staff rooms' and because I am such a light sleeper every noise jolted me awake.

By 7.30am, I was starving, as I hadn't eaten for 24 hours, so was looking forward to brekkie. Had breakfast, a shower, and was discharged, still feeling not too bad.

24 hours later, I'm quite sore, the rest of me is OK, although I didn't sleep too well last night, so am a bit tired.

Because I like to have photos in my post I'll show you the beautiful flowers I got from my hubbys work, a nice treat, even though I'm not a flower person, these are just what I love.

Anyway, peace is about to be shattered, hubby will be picking the kids up soon, so I'll go and get myself settled in my chair.