I'm already 14 days post-surgery, but I thought I might as well post from the day I left my country and arrived in Bangkok. It might be of interest to some.

S Day Minus 2 - Oh my GGG–! PANIC MODE!
"Damn it, why haven't you started packing?" I screamed at Z, my boyfriend and partner of three years.

"I’ll be fine. Some shorts, shirts–it’ll be quick," he shrugged nonchalantly. "How many clips to go?"

"I, um, finished two." With four hours to go before our flight, I was still busy rendering 3D models for a project that we were supposed to finish before leaving. I hadn't even started packing myself.

"Out of 12? We’ll have to bring our computers. The laptop can’t handle the work.”

I scrunched up my face. "Aww damn it!" The thought of bringing masses of cables, two motherboards, two video cards, two monitors, and a host of other things did not fill me with pleasure, especially since I was supposed to be relaxing prior to my surgery. It was either that or not deliver the video we promised to a client. ARGH!

We managed to cram most of the equipment into a single suitcase, with the monitors safely–or so we hoped–tucked into our clothes in two other suitcases. Fortunately, we made it to the check in line with 15 minutes to spare before it closed. Phew!

Arrival
Throughout the boarding until our arrival, I was sneezing maybe every 30 seconds. I was not a happy camper despite the excitement of having SRS soon. What a time to have rhinitis. Too bad for the BF as he had to suffer my mood swings that, looking back, could have been caused by stopping hormones a few weeks before the flight. Those DAMN hormones! Or lack of it. Anyway...

We arrived at the Bangkok airport some time after midnight. The driver from Kamol hospital was there waiting for us with a sign bearing my nickname. Piling into the minivan, we settled down and made our way to Kamol hospital. To a Westerner, Bangkok might look and feel like an exotic place. But since I come from a Southeast Asian country myself, specifically the Philippines, it really didn’t feel all that different. Sure, the billboards were in a different language, but the people and the streets looked like home to me.

Thirty minutes later, we arrived at Kamol hospital. I heard that it’s fairly new, constructed as a new improved place for magical surgeries when Dr. Kamol’s patients outgrew the old clinic in the same street. The hospital has seven floors.

Being past midnight, there was no formal reception except for a guard with our room keycard. With key card in hand we made our way to the serviced apartment at the 7th flr of the hospital. The room looks good. New and clean. Spacious bathroom, two beds, wood furnishing, curtains, and all that. No bathtub but we’re used to not having one in our country anyway. Pretty standard. Not five-star perhaps but luxurious compared to our home. Tired from our journey we fell asleep quite quickly. This would be our room for the next 3 weeks. Our driver told us that Jano, my contact person with the clinic would pass by in the morning.