Tomorrow morning at about 7:30+ I am to walk into the operation theatre … (hmm… probably I will walk only up to the anaesthesia room, there on they’ll take me on the rolling cot)
I haven’t asked anyone to accompany me. Do I need to wake him/her up that early in the morning? My friends would come to the hospital, before I am awake again.
It is a routine surgery (one to take the steel rod out of my leg). I would have chosen for a local anaesthesia though. Yet another full body anaesthesia – that’s what I am going to have. I guess, things would be just fine this time, unlike the last year’s mess up and ICU stay.
I have to do some packing now (for the stay in hospital), then clean up my room a bit. When I come back, a couple of guys are going to be visiting me regularly. My room is a ‘living’ proof for second law of thermodynamics (“Chaos will increase automatically”) and I don’t want them to witness it.
I am not tensed or worried about the surgery. But I have some kind of weird feeling about choosing to go alone for a surgery. Crazy.. ah? (The word funny in the title is the equivalent of Komisch in German which means more like “queer” than funny)
All the same, I am looking forward to the bed-rest time. I have to finish a few books and also start-and-finish some before the vacation will be over.
- Lord of the Rings (only part 3)
- Anna Karenina (last one third)
- H2G2 – re-reading
- A midnight murder story (Malayalam)
- Yayathi (Malayalam)
- Das Parfum (150 pages more to go) (German)
- Richtig Leben mit Ge.Wei (German)
That would do for two weeks. I shall write more here, after the surgery and all.
I am all excited about being healthy again. Afterwards, I can do anything and everything I want to do. Lovely prospect.. isn’t it? :) :)
Signing off, Sands.