Anyway, surgery and surgeon talk. As some of you might know, I work in the area and often am the one sharing paperwork of 'you can do this, but don't do that, etc'. Much to the 'obliviousness' of my family who still think they can 'tell me what to do

'. You guessed it, I ended up having surgery!!
After a 5 year wait with an umbilical hernia that I preferred to manage myself without surgery, the pain was often becoming too unbearable. So I took the advice of 'said family' and went to see the surgeons for the second time after being referred again by my GP.
One of my main concerns was/is 'going commando' as well as have a general anaesthetic and how I'd respond (especially when waking up, motormouth me). Anyway, so first the first surgeon.
Let's say he looked a 'hardened man'. No smiles, and just straight to the point. I got the feeling that if I asked him one question too many he'd get agitated... 'do you know who I am' and all that lark that some of those with the 'god-complex' seem to have. I just wanted to get it over and done with so I could recovered and get back to riding my bike!
The other problem (other than being operated on by a 'god-complex' surgeon) was the net-nickers and all that jazz. So during one of the pre-assessment clinics I brought up the subject. They really are too busy to have a useful conversation some of these nurses aren't they. They also obviously never listened at nursing school which taught us about 'patient dignity is right up there', 'patient centred care', 'if you can make accommodations then you should'. Anyway, her response to my question about me not going commando with just a surgical gown, on my 'walk of shame' to the operating theatres was 'oh you should know better Shafiq, you're a ****e'. That was the end of that!!
Anyway, surgery day came quickly as I had put my name down for a 'last minute cancellation' and it all transpired last week.
The nurse that admitted me was only slightly perplexed when I told her about my own 'boxer shorts' but was really really good. Emily was her name, and she was a good un. After a brief visit to 'net nickers' she quickly resolved that its only belly button surgery and if they needed to cut my boxers off, would it be a problem. 'Not at all' was my answer.
Hurdle one done, and don't tell anyone but they was slightly longer than standard boxers, and more like pyjama shorts

. They didn't need to cut them off...
Then came the surgeon who'd be operating. A younger chap, who didn't look like he'd developed the [I am a surgeon, you will call me 'Mr'] complex yet. Even when his junior doctor made a massive blunder by not filling out the consent form properly, he never got angry. Just slightly 'hmmm, ok'.
Operation time came and I still remember as a student ****e when I followed one of the operations during a placement. The anaesthetist as he was making small talk with the patients suddenly said, 'bye bye' and the patient was off to sleep/sedated. It was just like that for me and after taking the p out of the cannulation attempts, the next thing I knew was funny dreams and waking up. Then I ran my mouth off for a while but nowt rude, just loud!!
All went well, except for a bit of serious constipation and slightly urine retention when I got home. Going for a 10 mile light hike just now, but thought I'd write this. In case it helps anyone... Remember we don't have to wear them silly 'net nickers/boxers' if there is a reasonable excuse around it. Ugly undignified things (IMO)!!