The surgery was successful.

i checked into the hospital at around 9 in the morning. By 10 am met the Anesthetist. Two of the most jolly people that you can meet. They explained the procedure to me. And said that i will go under just before the operation and come out just after. They also said that when i come out – i am going to sound very, very, very drunk They were right. I am sure that if Appa and Amma weren’t so stressed out they will tell me what i said :). Tho’ i am told that i regressed on the doctors.

By 11:30 the operation began. By 1 – i was out. When i came into the room i could see blurred images of appa, amma and shishir. I remember having a chat with Dr.Agarwal on the History of God – which was my hospital reading. And going in and out of consciousness.

The only problem was my throat. It ached like crazy. I think that the camera for the procedure went down that way. And I was thirsty as hell. The first drop of water happened at 7 in the evening. Being me i began pacing the room up and down – much to the amazement of the nurses. The Doctor said the magic words ‘ you can go home tomorrow’. Which was the main purpose of pacing up and down. I hate hospitals. A 14 day stint when i was 22 – in London(northwich park hospital to be precise) – has left me with a pathalogical fear of hospitals.

The stitches sting. But, i guess that they are meant to. The rest of the pain seems to be gone. It is so brilliant not to wake up with an aching back.

In on wednesday, out on Thursday. And feeling a lot better about life, universe and everything else.