They did put me to sleep but when I awoke, I had 3 tiny incisions in sort of a triangular pattern. After a couple of hours they let me go home.
I didn’t want to run a marathon afterward but still nothing like what my Mother had to go through in the 60s.
It all depends, I’ve heard some are that simple. I spent a total of 8 days in the ICU, the last 4 on morphine after the stronger drugs started making me see things.