My back diary

So I did say I would do a blog of my operation, so decided to do it on the 4th year anniversary.

Day 1:
Woke up in the morning like it was a normal day the only difference, I wasn't going to my year 10 work experience. Got dressed and then went to drop my little sister at school and then it was that, seeing my family friends dropping their friends off, saying good luck to me and my mum, it seemed so surreal. I think I was putting it to the back of my mind. Everything was in the car as we put it there before and we set on our long journey, on the way there I felt sick, still not believing that I was going to have an operation, acting like everything was normal.  Thinking about it know makes me a bit sad and it's been four years.  We arrived at the hospital and we were put into the room and Dad was waiting for us, we got as settled as we can and I tried to relax on the bed, which was so uncomfortable not realising I will have to be in that bed for two weeks. I was staying strong, I didn't want to show my fears to anyone, when I went toilet, it kind of sunk in, I was having an operation, I kinda felt sad again but I don't think I cried.  Went out, ordered my food for the next day after the operation.  Was all quiet and then it was when I broke down. I cried and cried and cried, it was too much, I changed my mind even though there was nothing we could do about it know and I knew I was going to have it done whether I liked it or not.  Then it was time to get into my gown and put my clothes away and the nurse came in to give me a tablet which was little and melted on my tongue.  After they took my blood pressure, it was time, I lay down on the bed and was rolled out, my Dad could only come to the end of the corridor and I had to say bye.  I was crying again, my mum came with me and I was begging her not to let me go, I was beginning to be a bit hectic, we got to the aesthetic room and she put the gas on my face and I remember saying it wasn't working and that's all I remember. After my operation I was put in the ICU which stands for the intensive care unit, I was put in there just in case something happened over night and too keep an eye on me.  I woke up hazily in the night, I don't know what time, all I remember was being in pain and thinking I couldn't move, I looked to my left and saw my mum and dad there behind the curtains and there was nurses around that area.  I then fell back asleep. When I awoke next, it was the middle of the night and I was still in pain.  I think I called the nurse over and she reassured me it was normal to be like that.  I could hear people moaning and groaning from around me and I felt alone.  I didn't know what to do. This was different to me...  Every two hours they would wake me up to take my vitals, not that it mattered, when they came I was awake.