I arrived at the Hospital which was located on the Perth main river foreshore, nestled in amongst multi million dollar houses with fabulous views!

I was shown to my room, told to undress and put on the gown, you know the one, the one Jack Nicholls wore when he was off his face dancing in the hall of the hospital in "As Good A It Gets"!

I nervously joked with my husband over "the gown" flashed him my bum then I climbed onto the bed. All of a sudden it became very real, I started to panic, what was I doing? Am I doing the right thing? What If I can never eat bread or meat ever again? Is it all worth it? I could still leave at this point....

All too quickly I was wheeled away on my bed to a room where my surgeon and anethetist appeared in full conversation about some mutual friend who was still working at the uni... who cares, couldn't they see how scared I was? I was ignored practically as they twittered on, I felt a lonley tear slide down from my eye to the back of my head, I was thinking oh god what am I doing....

"Your going to feel sleepy now" I heard and bang I was sleepy then.... nothing...

I woke feeling sooooo bad, I felt so much pain, so much nausea I tried not t move for fear of it getting worse. I couldn't keep my eyes open, I tried to swallow but my mouth was so dry and I had such a bad taste in my mouth.

"Wake up now" I could hear in the distance as the surgeon was trying to bring me round, I was in the recovery room , why was it so bloody cold? I must have shivvered I could hear him say "she's cold, get a warm blanket" and what seemed instantly, whoosh a warm blanket flowed over me, that felt nice and comforting for just a second until the pain came back.

I could feel the bed being moved, back to my room, where my husband was waiting patiently, looking anxiously into my face.

"Ok love?" he asked, I think I managed to shake my head in reassurance.

Ok? did I look ok? I feel like I had been in 10 rounds with Mike Tyson, he missed my face but I felt every blow to the stomach and I hope I still have my ears!

A nurse gave me the once over, put a thing on my finger and pushed a button into my hand. Ahhhh the magtic button, the surgeon had told me about this magic button, it's hooked up to the morphene, no danger of overdosing just keep pushing, "don't be afraid to use it" I hear his words echo. So I pushed and pushed the magic button and slept.

The nurse was back, must have been a few hours later, I still struggled to keep my eyes open, poor Tony was still holding my hand anxiously, I told him to go home. The nurse agreed, he should go home, I wasn't going to be very communicative so he left, I pushed the magic button once more and slept for the night.