Yes, I was overdramatic when I wrote my last post regarding Facing my Mortality.
Yes, I was overly apprehensive and anxious going under general anaesthetic. It’s been almost 13 years since I have been to hospital for anything longer than a medical consultation. So I felt justified in being afraid.
The day dawned bright and sunny for me. I calmed my nerves with good thoughts, a prayer and a reminder to myself that what I am about to go through is routine surgery.
i had to remove my lovely OPI nail polish 
The nurse who took my vital signs even commented that for someone about to undergo surgery, I had such a steady blood pressure level.
Tell me though, how could a gorgeous, sunny day turn out to be an experience taken straight out of a medical horror novel?
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