Ok, full report (all times are GMT - General Munich Time):

Tue, 6:00 I woke up in panic - did I sleep too long?
Tue, 6:05 Don't panic, there's more than an hour till I have to leave the house, and there is no need to prepare breakfast as I am not allowed to eat it anyway.
Tue, 7:15 Left my flat
Tue, 7:55 Arrived at Hospital
Tue, 8:25 Finally made it through the queue at the reception office
Tue, 9:00 Was sent up to my room. No king-size bed. Filled out complaint about this.
Tue, 9:10 They checked whether I was worth being operated by checking whether I was alive (Blood pressure 140:80, Temp. 37.2°C, Pulse 72)
Tue, 9:20 Nurse threatens to shave me.
Tue, 9:21 Doctor arrives and saves me from shaving, asks personal questions (do you drink alcohol ...).
Tue, 9:29 Nurse comes back with shaving kit - shit, doctor saved me only temporarily.
Tue, 9:30 Nurse only shaves area from upper thighs to navel - pheew, my beard is safe!
Tue, 9:45 Have to change from pyjamas to some piece of cloth they call OP shirt. Open at the back, and with sleeves not fitting my bicepses ...
Tue, 9:55 Got some nice socks to go with the shirt (but the color did not really match ...). And nurse rammed some needle in my leg and pushed some fluid stuff into it. And I had to swallow a "I don't care for nothing at all" pill.
Tue, 10:00 Nurse forced me into bed.
Tue, 10:05 I am getting hungry. And thirsty.
Tue, 11:00 Two nurses (must be cowards, not daring to come alone) appear and push me around with my bed.
Tue, 11:05 End of hospital bed voyage. Have to crawl on a 2m wide belt, which transports me into operating area.
Tue, 11:08 Get deposited in a corner of the preparation room. Different nurse rams a different needle into my hand.
Tue, 11:10 some masked man (some Al-Qaida-Fighter? Maybe my surgeon?) asks me whether I recognize him. I ask him "How should I when you are maskerading?".
Tue, 11:30 another journey while I am lying down. Some room with bright lamps. Someone asks me where I would like to go on holiday and so on. I know the bastards, they only want to distract my thoughts from their trying to kill me with anesth ...

Tue, 12:30 I nearly jump up as someone calls my name. It's one of these masked Al-Qaida fighters. Ha! Got her by surprise, she got a shock from me nearly jumping up!
Tue, 12:35 Time for another journey. Back to the belt. And into my (still no king-size) bed. This then gets shoved into another room.
Tue, 12:45 Slowly, the effects from the Al-Qaida poisoning attempts wear off.
Tue, 12:50 There must be high water in the hospital, I realize they have started building a sand sack wall on my stomach.
Tue, 13:15 Nurse in wakeup room doesn't like me, she phones other nurses to get rid of me.
Tue, 13:25 Two nurses (not of Al-Qaida, these are not masked) take me with my bed back to my room.
Tue, 13:30 I am still hungry. And thirsty. Although they feed some cheap stuff into my arm (must be cheap, the stuff comes in a plastic bag)
Tue, 13:35 Room service appears, with a choice between fennel and peppermint tea. I do not want to start vomiting, thus decide against fennel.
Tue, 14:04 Room neighbour (also Hernia) comes back from operation. He gets no choice of tea - as I took peppermint, only fennel is left ...
Tue, 15:30 Doctor comes (not my surgeon) to check whether Al-Qaida was successful killing me. Notes down another failure.
Tue, 16:30 Nurse comes, ask bed neighbor whether he wants to try standing up. Hey, that's unfair, I was back from OP first!
Tue, 16:35 Neighbor has got up, but is now in bathroom corner vomiting. That's fast punishing for queue-jumping!
Tue, 16:45 Hiqh water seems to be gone, sand sack is removed. And I am allowed to get up. Nurse (a beautiful, but tiny one - 1m55/ 5'1") is afraid as I am taller sitting down on the bedside than she is standing up. She fetches reinforcements.
Tue, 16:50 I can get up. And walk around the room. Without vomiting (making nananaanaaananaa sounds to the queue-jumping bastard!). Am allowed to get out of that op shirt and into my pyjamas. And to get at my mobile phone - my parents must be half-dead waiting for my call.
Tue, 17:02 made it back to my bed, was just trying to call my parents when I got interrupted by a knock-knock on the door. It's my mother! I stop attempt to call them on mobile.
Tue, 17:10 use my mother as support to go to toilet (as far away as possible without using the staircases). Successfully relieved me of some of the peppermint tea.
Tue, 17:40 dinner arrives, my mother leaves. (Reminds me of some old Johnny Walker advertisement - "Was kommt, wenn der Tag geht? Johnny Walker" roughly translates to "What arrives, when the day leaves? Johnny Walker")
Tue, 17:45 shock when looking at room service delivery: three slices of untoasted toast, some cream cheese and two see-thru slices of "Gelbwurst", some cooked meat sausage. Although I don't like it, I eat it all, as there is no alternative.
Tue, 18:30 another doctor comes to check whether we are still alive. Btw, there has a third "hernia" arrived.
Tue, 19:30 Nurse checks again whether we are alive. Gives out sleeping pills.
Tue, 19:45 We agree to turn off lights, we are all tired (someone has stuck knifes into us, so please understand!)
Tue, 20:00 The snoring battle begins.
Wed, 04:14 My bladder demands a trip to the toilet. Make it there and back all on my own!
Wed, 06:30 another nurse comes to check on our lives. I am mighty hungry! (I only got that weak excuse of some starters for all the previous day!).
Wed, 06:44 I am proclaimed as winner of the snoring contest by my room mates.
Wed, 07:05 Nurse comes to remove the needles from our hands (and checks on our lives again). Promises that breakfast will arrive soon.
Wed, 08:02 Finally, breakfast arrives. 3 rolls, Salami, Emmentaler cheese, curd cheese (?), butter, strawberry jam, honey.
Wed, 08:20 Made my way almost through breakfast, only half a roll, some butter and honey is left when my surgeon arrives to check on me.
Wed, 08:22 gives me a shock, says I should stay another night.
Wed, 08:23 I tell him I want to go home. So he pulls out that tube dangling from the knife wound. And allows me to go home if I don't make the way on my own. I promise my father will pick me up. He says that's ok!
Wed, 08:30 Finished with breakfast.
Wed, 08:40 Finished with dressing and packing.
Wed, 08:45 Having said good-bye to my bed neighbours I leave a "thank you" or "Merci" and say good by.
Wed, 08:50 arrived at Administration.
Wed, 09:12 leave admistration after paying a 10-Euro-per-day fee. The bastards count my stay as two days!
Wed, 09:14 call my father to pick me up.
Wed, 09:32 father arrives.
Wed, 09:50 father delivers me at my flat. I just posted on several forums that I have survived, then went to bed to catch up with some sleep.
Wed, 15:50 I wake up in time for my "traditional" 16:00 tea.
Wed, 16:15 I start typing this report while drinking tea.