The Day Surgery Centre was deadly quiet. It only opens at 7 a.m.! [insert expletives of choice]. I was hungry, thirsty (I had to fast since midnight the day before) and cranky.

I slept fitfully on the hard chairs outside the Day Surgery Centre till 7 a.m. The nurses at the hospital kept asking me the same repeated questions.

"What is your name?"

"What is your doctor's name?"

"Do you know why you are here?"

"Are you allergic to any medication?"

I was wheeled to the operating theatre shortly after registration and the questioning. I felt naked (I think this is partly due to the fact that I was literally naked) like a lamb to the slaughter. The nurses at the hospital were very kind though. One of the nurses at the theatre tucked me in warmly beneath the blankets.

I was in the theatre minutes before 8 a.m. They transferred me from the bed to the table. The table was nice and warm because it was heated! I was ready to sleep. The heart monitor electrodes were stuck on me and my anaestetist, Dr. Ng came in. I was in for a rude shock. I had expected a Nip/Tuck anaestetic mask where you simply breathed and slept. Unfortunately, I got the needle treatment instead. The needle was poked in at the back of my left hand and the doctor commented that her daughter has bigger hands than mine. I think she had a hard time finding a vein.

My gynaecologist, Dr. Tan marched into the theatre 10 minutes after 8 a.m. She comforted me that everything will be fine. The last thing I heard before I went out was Dr. Ng telling the nurse, " Dear, I told you I want the oxygen mask." At least the anaestetic worked. I was out in 2 seconds after it was injected.

I woke up groggy and remembered someone telling me about a picture of my polyp. Strangely, I did not feel any pain but only on my left hand. Damn the needle.

I was out of the theatre in an hour and I continued my sleep in the day surgery ward. By noon, I was ready to go because I was seriously hungry. The nurse checked me out and passed me my bill and a picture of my polyp.

My Admission Wrist Tag & Pictures of the Polyp (the top right picture is the top of my uterus)

The Photos Taken of my Polyp during Surgery

An Itemised Bill (with even different glove sizes for each surgeon)!