I hate waking up early. I always have and I always will. I'm much more of a night person.
The day of the surgery was upon me and I had to wake up at 5:00am to get to the hospital nice and early to check in.
Andy very nicely woke up and drove me in.
It was strange to not feel nervous. I was just relieved that I was finally able to get this done. I had been waiting a long time for this. I had been over 4 months since the injury so it had definitely been a long time coming.
After I was checked into my room, I sat silently waiting for the nurse until I got bored and decided to wander around and take a few photos.Soon enough, the nurse came back and began to prep me.
She shaved my knee and I washed my leg in an antiseptic soap. Once I had done that, my leg was coated in betadine and I was wheeled towards the operating theater.
It felt strange being wheeled through the halls, the lights passing as I rolled along.
As I lay in the operating theater, I felt the needle of the anesthetist enter my arm. The doctor placed an oxygen over my face.... and then I was out cold.