Hospital: oh fuck

Tuesday and Wednesday, Fedor and I spent a lot of time together, studying, relaxing, etc. This was, as always, very nice.
Thursday came the moment of truth, however. I had to go to the hospital for the operation. I checked in at 7.30AM and spent the morning reading. Because it was the same as for the pre-op examination: first come, first serve, and I was the third and last in my room to arrive. Finally, it was my turn, I received my (local) anasthaesia and the operation got underway. However, the first strang thing was that despite the anaesthesia, I did have a lot of pain of the operation. Next thing is a confused doctor saying he cannot find evidence of a previous Hernia (except for the huge scar). In addition to that, the operation lasted much longer than expected. By the time I got back to my room, the other people in the room were practically ready to go: I found this very weird, because I was in a lot of pain, still.
The explanation for it arrived together with the doctor. I turned out to have had a double Inguinal Hernia (both on the right), which explains why I have been suffering from it so much the past month and is also rather rare. Goddammit, why can I never just have a simple operation??? At the end of the afternoon, the nurses decided that I should go home anyway (crazy decision, because I was in a lot of pain, despite all the pain meds). So I did, and I got home "safely". Friday morning, I went to see the surgeon again in the hospital, but he couldnt do much. He increased my pain medication dose, and redressed the wound. Finally, he sent me home again. I will go and see him again on Monday.
This morning, Fedor went back. This is obviously inconvenient, because I am unable to do anything more than walking to the bathroom and back (and even that is like HELL). So I am counting on my flatmates from now on, because I cant do anything at all. Needless to say, I am not happy.
Ciao,
OJ