Arthroscopy Ahoy!

Sitting here now in my hospital bed after all is said and done, what would I do...blog if course. After a long day, and even longer morning it is good to have it all over and done with.

It all started last night with my last meal. No, not on death row, but by lunch time today it sure felt like it. I was suppose to be arriving at the hospital at 6.00 am this morning. But for some reason that changed...to 10.30 am. My fast time was the same cut off at midnight so it made it a longer wait for some grub to fill the pot. I did have an exception, I could have a weak black tea prior to 5.00 am. Who bloody well drinks tea at that time of the morning? And who drinks their tea bloody weak? Everybody knows that it is only coffee which is to be consumed before midday. Anyhoo, needless to say I was a good boy and followed the rules, no tea though.

After my shower with my speacial surgical sponge I made my way up to the hospital, a little anxious, but not too bad. I've been through this before on the left knee, a truckies lament.

After a short wait at the nurse's station I was escorted to my room where they didn't muck about prepping me for the task ahead. Knee shaven, sexy attire and undies donned, I resembles some kind of sexually deviated transexual Frankenstein's Bride, then off they whisked me.

With cannula in my wrist from the anethetist, it was long before the room was turning shady. Should I be worried drugged to the hilt and dresses as I was...lol.

Onto the opperating table and under the large disco light of surgical love the anethitist hit with the final, fatal dose. I can remember him say, "Breath deep, deep breaths", as the nurse gently suffocated me with an oxygen mask, again a little apprehisive...lol. As that was happening I couldn't help but think about fluffy unicorns, and designer guinea pigs...oh wait, different drugs... I couldn't help but think that it seemed to take forever for me to go under. It really wasn't that long, everything was just in slow motion...yes, right drugs...lol.

Next thing you know I was waking in recovery and asking for a steak burger... I was so hungry. So much so that I could've eaten a horse then chased the jockey...and still no coffee!!!

It wasn't long before I was reasonably with it and back in room. The kind nurse bought me a delightful coffee.  I thought it might've been instant, but I was willing to swallow my coffee snoberry pride at this stage. Wonderfully it was from a pod machine... Phew! Crisis averted, coffee fix had and pride still intact. What more could I ask for?

Dinner had, well entre' really, filled the hole somewhat, but the kind nurse has just topped me up with a ham, cheese and tomato sanga, (that's Aussie for sandwich). That's better.

So all is good in Bumtopia tonight. The knee isn't overly painful (I'll re-assess that in the morning) and I am sitting here in bed blogging to my favourite peeps, waiting anxiously with bated breath for my physio visit in the morning. It will be then when the rubber meets the road and the holiday will be over.

I hope to be home by mid to late morning, all things going well. Although with three young daughters at home, another night or four in hospital wouldn't be too bad...lol.

We'll just have to see what tomorrow brings. One thing I am confident of, with tbe knee damage repaired it won't be too long for weekends away to start happening, regular riding and commuting, and for that I can't wait.

Cheers guys, and as always, ride...or wobble...safe out there.