‘Twas The Night Before Surgery…..

It’s 2.30 am, and I’m writing a blog post. I must be mad. I should be enjoying a good dream at this time of the early morning.

Why am I awake? I would like to be asleep curled up in my comfy bed, listening to my husband’s gentle breathing….who am I kidding, that should read “my husband’s not so gentle snoring!”.

Instead, I am being kept awake by the sounds of footsteps in the corridor, machines beeping, conversations, others snoring in the distance, a loud air-conditioning whirring from the ceiling, a cannula in my forearm pushing uncomfortably into my vein as I toss and turn.

I’m sure you’ve guessed it by now. I’m in hospital awaiting a life changing surgery in a little under 10 hours.

Twas The Very Early Morning Before Surgery

I’m not anxious, I’m not over thinking, I’m just wanting to get on with it.

I met some of the surgical team yesterday who will be assisting my surgeon, and they are just so lovely. Even the anaesthetist visited me in the early evening, and I was so impressed at what a genuine, gentle, caring man he is. He was so respectful of my needs and so educated about my health history.

Speaking of which, when I was admitted to the hospital yesterday, the admissions officer banged my very large hospital file on the reception bench and groaned under the weight of it. I smiled and said to her:

“Oh my goodness, that must be Volume 4″

She looked at me with a smile and a concerned frown combined and replied:

No dear, this is Volume 8!”

Ouch! Volume 8. How did I get to Volume 8? It was clear by the depth of Volume 8 that Volume 9 would commence during this hospital stay.

As I recalled my story to hospital staff yesterday, they just tried to make sense of it all. They all shook their heads in disbelief as the evidence of my unforgiving body lay before them.

I can’t allow myself to dwell too much on the complexities. For now, I have a job to do. Get through this surgery and focus completely on recovery.

Getting some sleep wouldn’t hurt either.

So as I get ready to farewell my existing stoma, fondly names Rudolph, and welcome a new stoma who will be known as Blossom, I am going to stop writing and start sleeping.

The strong pain killer the nurse just gave me will definitely help with my sleep goal.

Hopefully, the distant buzzing of the bell for the nurse, by my fellow patients, will be drowned out very soon by my own sweet dreams and musings of a smooth surgery and recovery!

I’ll be back as soon as I can post surgery with more medical musings about this next chapter in my medical journey.

Love, Sam xx

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4 thoughts on “‘Twas The Night Before Surgery…..

  1. Oh Sam, I’m sorry I’m late seeing this and catching up. I’ve sent a message on FB but just wanted to say I’m thinking of you & hoping for the very best outcome of the surgery 💜🤞💜🤞💜🤞 xxxxx


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