flashed a nurse with my growler whilst demanding to know "what have they done to me!!?" Cos they'd trimmed the top of my pubes and stuck a ruddy great see through plaster on my abdomen so it looked like I'd been melted.
Nice. I feel my life is just that little bit more complete now…
Coming round from GA is horrible. I remember demanding Morphine then crying, proper sobbing, when they wouldn't give me any more. Felt sick, nauseous, disoriented and generally really groggy. Even after a local for some stitches in my hand I felt similar, although only a mild version.
After my op with a GA, I had a prawn curry as soon as I could eat anything (you might feel ravenous, but then the thought of eating makes you feel sick, it's just f-ed up). Sorted me right out. So I heartily recommend a prawn curry. Medically proven.