They wheeled my bed into the Operating Room.
I've never been in this part of a hospital before!
The room was white and sterile, there was a bed in the middle of the room, huge lights above the bed and monitoring machines lined up one after another.
Everyone was in scrubs, it was eery... I've only seen this "image" on TV before (OR's and surgeons in scrubs together).
I realized it made sense why I had to change my hospital gown and put a hair net on before I left for surgery.
Don't want infections!!

Using the bedsheet, the nurses lifted me onto the surgical table.
It really feels weird... almost like I wanted to just say "let me get up myself, I can walk"
but I was still in alot of pain, so I kinda did appreciate the 'lack of effort' on my part.

The table had arms boards sticking out of it.
They asked me to put each arm on each 'arm table'
I did, and a nurse tied my arms down to each table.
Can't remember if it was velco straps or what... but it didn't hurt or anything.
They explained to me that it was so that my arms don't fall off the table while I'm out.
hmmm.... makes sense to me!
Just feels really weird, like you are really vunerable.

Members of the OR team were amazing,
nurses were pleasent and humoured me in my doped up comments and questions.
the anesthesiologist explained to me what/how I would feel when he put me to sleep,
and coached me to relax and count down from ten.

... ten.... (my mind "so the medication is going to force me to sleep, relax... I should just stop thinking")
nine... (my mind "hmmm... wonder if I can stay awake to the count of 1??")
eight... (my mind "should I be trying to stay awake? Can I die from trying?")
seven... (my mind "omg! omg! omg!")
six... (my mind "screw it... sleep!! please sleep!!!")
five... (my mind "ZzzZzzZzzZzzZzz")