CONGRATULATIONS!!!... it's your turn

I was not quite sure whether I would be lined to have the OT.
I stopped eating since midnight. But I barely felt hungry.
During lunch time, my father came and he brought me magazines to kill time and kill pain.

I hope that I would not have the same experience as the old lady next to me.
Laying in bed and starving.
Anyhow, if she could stand it, I should be able to do so.

Just wanted to get my ankle fixed as soon as possible. I was not sure whether any delay would cost my rehabilitation.

A phone came in. The nurse received the phone. She repeated after the phone, I guessed.

"2:30 get ready"

The nurse was exhilarated (yes, she was.)

"No. 16, you will go for an OT."
(I was No. 16. I would go for an OT.)

"CONGRATULATIONS!!!" cheered the nurse. (She was a very lovely nurse.)

Yes, I was No. 16. This was the first time I have received such kind of greetings.

"Oi, that's great," I replied.

I had no fancy for OT. Or I had no fancy for a broken ankle. The choice was apparent.

When I was still thinking and worrying. A group of workladies and nurses flocked to my bed.

Less than a minute, I was dressed in OT gown. Ready to go.

At around 2:00, the nurses and workladies went on the next shift.

A newly arrived nurse, Nurse S came to me and helped prepare for the OT. She asked "What kind of operation are you going to have?"

"Right ankle," I replied.

"Wrong."

"......"

"You are going to have plates fixed to your broken right ankle, see?" said Nurse S.

"Just to fix my broken right ankle with plates," I repeated.

"I will accompany you to the theatre, don't worry," said Nurse S.

"Can I bring my spectacles along?" I asked.

"Why?"

"I cannot see without them," I said.

"No, you just can't. OK get ready, we are moving."

Then a few workladies with very strong arms tossed me to another bed. As usual, less than a minute.

Maybe not bringing my spectacles was a good idea, at least, lesser the clarity, lesser the fear.

The operation theatre was not ready yet.

Someone in operation clothes checked the information with Nurse S.

Then she asked,

"What kind of operation are you going to receive?"

"Fixing plates to my broken right ankle," I answered.

"That's correct,"
I should be assigned a perfect score.

I was wheeled to the theatre. The theatre was very big, clean and bright. The operation lamps were just enormous, like a gigantic spider with many eyes. The table was very narrow. I was asked not to move.

The anaesthetist arrived and confirmed my identity.

"You are Maggie Cheung, aren't you?"

"No," I hoped that I entered the right room.

"Oh, yes, sorry," said the anaesthetist.

Ppl were fixing some tapes and stuff just to hooked on some kind of electrical devices. (Just my wild guesses.)

The anaesthetist tried to fix a needle to my left hand.

He was taping and taping on the back on my hand. Maybe he was trying to get the vein.
"So tense... very tense indeed", said he.

I was tensed indeed. I could not even control my muscle.

The operation theatre was too foreign to me. It's better to close my eyes than observing what's happening.

"Keep your eyes open," ordered a nurse/doctor(?) " We want to know when the anaesthetic comes into effect." So I opened my eyes and inhaled oxygen from the machine.

When the anaesthetic rushed from my left hand to my neck, I fell asleep.