Last Friday, with the boys distributed around to friends and family, I booked in nice and early at 6am. I did the requisite interview and answered all questions duly. Then I was taken in to get changed and shown a lounge where I could sit with the other patrons who were also waiting and together we quietly watched a bit of morning tv. I even fell asleep.
They called my name and I moved through to the next area where a few more details were checked and before long, I was asked to come through to a small room. I joked with the staff there about enjoying my time at the day spa while they went about their work. I said that I expected to wake up with nothing less than cucumbers on my eyes. Told them how much I was looking forward to having a very relaxing sleep during the day, something that very rarely happens in my world.
I woke up 3 hours later. No drama, just minus a conveniently dispensable organ in my body. I spent the night on the ward. Surgeons gave me the OK to go home at about 9am. Four tiny cuts and a bit sore, I hardly need to use painkillers. The miracles of modern medicine.