The beginning in My new life, a book

My new life started on the 23th of September. I don't know much of that day.

They awoke me at a quarter to 7 to prepare me. I showered and brushed my teeth, no food allowed, then dressed into a stiff white nighty and very long white stockings.

At half past 7 the nurses wheeled me into the operating-theatre. I was the first and only patient there that day. Soon my bed was surrounded by about 7 people in green, who in turn shaked hands and told me their names. I recognised Rothbarth and smiled, the upper 'Smurf' himself, though the colour was wrong. The last thing I remember is that I was allowed to climb from my hospital bed onto the operating-table.

What I was told later on: Husband phoned at a quater to 5 in the afternoon.... they were still occupied. He was rung back at half past 5. The patient is okay, operation went well.