Oh, I forgot to say, re pain, I had an epidural, just before the GA. They hook it up afterwards to a painkiller, in my case, fentonyl. You have that for 24 hrs- ish, and then I just took the ibuprofen and paracetamol they doled out. Had a carrier-bagful to take home. What with the pre-filled syringes and a sharps box. Honestly, apart from coughing and laughing in the first week, pain wasn't a problem.
Like you, I hated the idea of a hospital stay. But my circumstances were unusual in that my local hospital had told me my tumour was inoperable, 'just chemo' and when the surgeon at the teaching hospital told me I was already on his list (and that he thought it was benign) he could have said he was going to cut my leg off and I'd have said, 'OK. When?' So I wasn't going to complain about ANYTHING. The only thing that really pissed me off was being given an Alzheimer's test. Apparently, it's routine at a certain age. I was affronted!
I was on a four-bed ward with ensuite. They won't let you out until they're sure everything is working. They give you a stool softener - lactulose - but seemed a bit mean with the suppositories. I'd take some in with you. No, you're not meant to strain. But in the end, something worked. I made a real effort when I got home to try at the same time every day, with a suppository if necessary. Prune juice etc.
When I got home, I was surprised how well I felt. My daughter stayed with me for 2 nights - this is 5th and 6th nights post-op - but she overslept and it was me bringing her a cup of tea in the morning! She lives near, so went home to her own bed and shower and popped in and out. I could make a sandwich, ready meal, cups of tea etc. Didn't need personal care - much to her relief, but a shower, shampoo AND styling my hair, even sitting down, meant a little lie down on the sofa afterwards. Only went to bed during the day for an hour or so's siesta. Stairs not a problem. Watched a lot of box sets, with a clear conscience. Did little walks to the newsagent's.
Had to go back to the hospital at 2 weeks for the checkup. (Usually 6, but this was a cancer facility.) This entailed a trip from the suburbs to the centre of London. Had a cab up, but came home on bus and train with no problems. Felt as if I'd climbed Everest. From then on, could get a bus to local shopping centre, but one shop was enough. And I needed to sit down at the bus stop.
Do you have dc's? I only had to look after myself and could rest whenever I needed. I'm sure that made a lot of difference.