Monster Slippers

Two years ago I had an operation in hell (the testicle area to be precise) I suppose that for some people it would be considered a major operation, after all, having a testicle removed because of cancer is not like going to the dentist. However, for some reason he did not bother me that much. I'm not saying that I was not initially very worried and scared when I received the news of the doctor.

I shed a few tears, but I also accepted the situation and what was not life-threatening, and still had a good left testis (ok he lost his friend of long life, but he could just simply to manage alone from now).

The day before the operation

I would be in the operating room for no more than two hours, then after recovering from one hour to the hospital I went home. At the time I was running a food and wine hamper business from a small warehouse in Rotherham South Yorkshire. I lived in an apartment above the warehouse and employs two people. This will be invaluable, as my employee Mike and Sarah would help me in the post-op.

Mike also lead me to the hospital for the operation and pick me up later that day. Then in the next few weeks, Mike and Sarah would go cart while I was recovering from affairs.

I was told by the hospital to bring with me in pajamas and slippers. Firstly, last time I had was covered pajamas a school trip many years ago a number of Derbyshire, I think I was eleven. The first night, me and my classmates were preparing for bed, I suddenly realized I was the only belligerent pajamas.

The rest of my classmates proceeded to remove the pajamas of my being, in what could be described as a violent assault. I must admit that I missed these Batman and Robin pajamas for several weeks.

My sister very kindly bought a pair of pajamas, soap, flannel, shampoo and oiletry bag (you can never be too prepared). However, I was always running out of slippers, so that the day before the operation, I asked Mike to stifle the downtown and buy a pair. The application was straight forward "a pair of slippers ordinary" blue or brown.

One hour later, Mike comes back, as I removed the slippers in the bag, I was a little shocked to say the least, "one pair of slippers Scooby Doo." Now, let me make some thing absolutely clear here, I'm not against Scooby, instead, as a young boy, he was a friend and a hero. However, Scooby Doo slippers in a hospital waiting room, I do not think not.

In retrospect, it was quite funny, but I do not want to draw attention to myself, especially if other patients would also have various operations. After a good chuckle, Mike returned the slippers for a pair more moderate very boring brown slip-ons.

Day op
I woke up the morning of the operation around 7:00 with a little apprehension, relief and excitement.

I already shaved my hell of the day, so I took a quick shower and began to dress. I was not allowed to eat anything, I'd be under general anesthesia.

Mike knocked on the door around 8:00 ET we left for the hospital five minuets later.

When we arrived, I said my good farewell to Mike and then went to the reception. I exchanged pleasantries with the receptionist and answered a number of personal questions. I was then directed to an area of small changes to change into my pajamas and slippers. I then walked to the waiting room where six other patients were already seated in a variety of chairs.

I can tell you there were some very worried by the research, which was understandable in the circumstances.

I'm sitting in an armchair and began to watch Com.