Reconstruction Part 2

Well, today is the big day and once again I find myself standing at the breakfast bar, half asleep, gobbling down breakfast and knocking back my last cup of tea with milk before my food curfew begins at 7:00am. It was going to be a long time until I would be able to have anything to eat again.  We left for the hospital  ready for my admittance at 11:30am. We were again greeted by my lovely student nurse Emma. I now began to feel like an old hat around the place and almost felt inclined to ask if there were any jobs going as I seem to be spending so much time at Bowen Hospital, I may as well work there; after all I do know all of the staff!! Once again, I had my  surgical shower, donned my lovely blue hospital nightie that buttoned at the shoulders and signed my life away with the anaesthetist and jumped into bed awaiting my turn, like a lamb to the slaughter. At 1:00pm I gave my daughters a kiss and Darren walked with me as far as he was allowed to go. I gave him a kiss and told him I would bring him back a new woman. Once in theatre the team began preparing me for my surgery. I couldn't believe how different it was again going under the anaesthetic. This time I felt like I was walking down a beige corridor which  had a white light at the end but I couldn't quite make it to the end.
The next thing I knew it was gone 6 o'clock and I heard the recovery room nurse asking me what my pain level was on a scale from 1-10. With all the strength I could muster to talk, I told them it was a 9. They gave me a shot of morphine and gave me the pump to hold. Each time I felt pain, I was to press the button and the tap would administer a dose. Once awake, they wheeled me back to my room where I dozed in and out for about an hour and don't really remember much except my daughter Nicole wiping my hot face with a nice cool flannel.
In between times, I remember waking up and sleepily having a quick peek at my newly formed boobie. When I was properly awake my voice was so raspy from having the tube down my throat for five hours, it sounded like I had smoked a whole packet of Winfield Red in one go. I was so hungry but didn't have the strength to eat anything. My first meal became a lemonade iceblock which I ate whilst struggling to keep my eyes open between bites. The worst part of post-op is that the nurses come in every 30 minutes and are administering IV drugs, taking temperatures and blood pressures etc so once I did fall asleep, I was jolted awake again until 11pm at night and then every two hourly afterwards.