Well, yesterday was interesting - apparently, my packing came out (nobody had ever seen this happen before), so they had to repack me whilst I was on gas - an experience akin to being stuffed with a futon.
I'm okay, but very, very sore, and my going-home day has been set back. Thank goodness for morphine.
Oh, PS: here I am, finally post-op since Tuesday. The actual surgery only took 2 hours, and used my scrotum (as I'm Jewish, so lack a certain something). I won't get to meet my neovag until Monday.