The great unknown
Prior to going into hospital I didn’t really know what to expect. And I dealt with the fear of the unknown by consigning myself to the belief that “everything would be fine”. Prior to the actual operation date, it felt as if I had to do lots. I was compensating for the fact that for a few weeks after the op, my life would be different, slower and perhaps even difficult. I entered a mode of organisation, making sure everything was dealt with prior to surgery. In my mind, everyday tasks became insurmountable, overwhelming tasks post-op. The operation loomed like an angry parent at the end of a long and tiring Parents’ Evening: I raced to “get everything done” before I was incapacitated by the horrors of the hospital experience. It wasn’t until other people kept bringing up the subject of being operated on that I silently came to the conclusion that “everything might not end up fine”. It was like reverse psychology. The more friends and f...