It’s done.
I was wheeled to the recovery room after they patched me up, covered my eye in gauze and covered the whole thing with an eye shield.
AHOY ME MATEYS!
There was only 1 thing on my mind now…. HUNGRY!
The nurse quickly served up a cup of piping hot milo and a packet of soda crackers. I asked for 2 packets instead. They were worried that I might puke or feel giddy due to the anesthesia.
No, I was just damn hungry. These crackers dipped in milo was the best thing on earth a hungry dude can ask and wish for.
I gobbled the stuff in an instant while my mum went to do the paperwork so that I can get home. I was still hungry, though not as much.
The doctor came out, briefed and reminded me of how to go about recovering, 1 month, face down, 23 hours a day. Only time I could walk normally is when I go to the toilet and when I ate. Then he left and said that he will see me 2 or 3 days later to review his handiwork.
I remember having a vegetarian dinner that day. I was dead beat, tired from the anesthesia I suppose.
I reached home, setup the massage bed and made myself comfortable on it, for the next 30 days….
This path I walked is not what others should follow. 