I came back to the ward and apparently my partner was told by the very terse nurse "it was major surgery, wait", so caring. But I suppose they have a job to do.
Although I know my partner was there. The rest of that day is a bit of a blur. Good stuff they injected into me.
I woke up Tuesday morning and felt pretty good, no pain at all, must have been the morphine.
I had a quick look and a feel and yes outwardly it was all still there.
At this point I should mention, a long fingered surgeon does not make for a good barber. Whoever shaved me would not win barber of the year !!
Then there was the tube (catheter). I say tube, I really mean... well I don't know what I mean but if anyone had told me that something that fat could disappear down the end of my willy - I would never have believed them.