My surgery was scheduled for 7:30 am, so I had to get up very early that day. I think I was up around 4:30 am or so, since I had to be at the hospital about an hour and a half before the scheduled time. That's so God-awful early! I made it, though. Probably because I was excited.
I remember feeling incredibly hungry, a feeling which stayed with me all weekend prior due to the all-liquid diet. I was grouchy, tired, and a little nervous that morning. Not about having the surgery necessarily, but that I would wake up during the surgery; that's always a fear of mine. I also remember wanting to be put under as soon as possible so I wouldn't feel hungry anymore. I longed for some solid food to make me feel sane again. And it didn't help knowing that Bob would be eating breakfast shortly after I was wheeled off to the OR.
While I was waiting to be wheeled in, several people came through to insert IVs (took two people to get it in for some reason), take my vitals, etc. One of them was talking about being intubated for the surgery. That's something I fear, because I had a terrible gag reflex at the time. (And because giant tube down the throat!) I mentioned that I was so glad I'd be out for that, because of my fear. She then tells me that no, I will be awake for that because I need to be able to follow commands so they can insert it. AND I would be awake when they removed it, too! That launched me into a panic, needless to say. When they came to wheel me away I asked the nurse about the tube and she yes, I would be awake, but the drugs they give me would cause me to completely forget it. And it was true. I don't remember any of it.
When I arrived at the OR, they got me up and the minute they did, I had to go to the bathroom. I told them I needed to go back and they said, "Oh, don't worry. You'll be getting a catheter soon." I then had to tell them that I didn't have to pee, I had to go to the bathroom. So, the nurse walked me all the way back to the bathroom, and then all the way back to the OR. Coincidentally, her name was Dawn, also; that explains why she was so nice. ;) I was excited once I got to the OR and they got me on the table. I knew I'd be fast asleep in a couple minutes. And it was actually nice in there. They had the stereo going and everyone was friendly and smiling, just having a good time. Last thing I remember is being on the table and asking if they had any Def Leppard tunes to play. Then I woke up in the recovery room.
I spent the rest of the day sipping water from a one-ounce medicine cup and trying to get comfortable with the IV, catheter and leg pumps all hooked up to me. Not easy. Bob came up to stay with me for awhile, which was really nice. Then I spent the rest of the night surfing the internet, texting people, and playing around on Facebook.
Here's another recount of that day, which I posted on my one-year anniversary: happy one-year surgiversary to me.
And here's a cute picture of Bailey. :)
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