Last of the summer whine.

Blissfully unconscious during the whole operation and most of the post op slumber,  I was told later that the double organ transplant surgery lasted a whopping 8 hours! All went well, and according to my surgeon, my new mate Bill, as soon as the new kidney was connected to the blood supply, it became engorged and red, a very positive sign. The pancreas, being a small little wormlike object, was more difficult to attach, but it too was entombed within my interior.
I remember little about the post op recovery, except for the bright lights, banks of monitors, tubes being inserted into my throat, a legion of doctors who swept in and out periodically, and the socks!
My legs were swathed in thick vein supporting compression stockings, to minimise the very real threat of Deep vein thrombosis. This potential killer is 8 times more likely to affect post surgery due to potential damage to the blood vessels during the op, and the complete lack of movement in bedridden patients.

Attractive hosiery.(Not, I repeat not my legs in picture!) They are like wearing a nest of visciously struggling wasps. Thoroughly frustrating, but concentrated the mind away from the pain of the wound.
I remember being so focussed on the irritating thigh high socks, and becoming quite irked. As if the staff had forced me to wear something so oppressive on purpose for their amusement!
Luckily I drifted in and out of sleep for the next day, and due to copious amounts of self administered morphine shots, avoided much of the searing pain I had been expecting. 
Though I still had plenty of discomfort to whine about!
Not least my gorgeous appearance, and yes, that is really me