The Day of Surgery Part 1

I am almost one month out and finally have the energy and focus to update my blog. Here is Part One.

I woke up early, showered, crammed a few things into my bag and took off to the hospital with my parents. We get there, get into the prep room and I'm given a bag for my clothes, a gown and slippers. I changed, and got up on the bed, those things are weird feeling. My parents came in, sat with me. Did I add that I was freaking terrified? Man I was scared to death laying on the bed. A couple nurses came in and out, set up the IV bag, but didn't put it in yet. We waited a long time, mainly because we showed up early. After a while a nurse did come in and set up my IV.

Now the IV is usually put into a vein in the hand, well she said my veins were too small so it was placed into my left arm. I was told to keep my arm straight. It did hurt a bit, strange feeling.

After another long while I was finally wheeled out, my parents had to stay behind. I was placed in the recovery room to wait. It was a dark little corner. I was so tired, with a huge headache and my heart pounding. The anesthesiologist came in and gave me a little rundown of what was going to happen. He asked if I was nervous I said yes, he asked if I was scared, I said yes, he then asked if I was very scared and I told him that whenever the bed was wheeled around my teeth would chatter and my limbs would shake. He said okay and vanished, leaving me in my dark corner with the curtain pulled. Above me was an aqua/sea-scape light, I think the light moves and it looks like the fish are moving, my lights were off however, it made my headache feel better.

My surgeon came in, checked how I was, asked if I was ready, I simply said I was nervous. She told me what was going to happen and things like that, things I cant remember now since I'm almost a month out and was very scared then. She left, said she would see me in a few. The anesthesiologist came in again and told me he was giving me a shot of something into my IV that would make me feel a little funny. Indeed it did. After he left I laughed quietly to myself for a minute straight, and to my great relief my fear really toned down.

Finally it was time. I was wheeled into the OR and they told me to move myself on to the table. I did actually, they said I was doing good while I was moving, they were very nice and so was the medication I was given. The last memory I have before the big black was moving on to the second table, I don't even remember laying my head down. I don't remember anyone telling me to lay back and count backwards or anything. That was that.

Waking up I felt nothing but pressure and pain. I was so confused. Im not sure how much time went by. I remember whispering "excuse me" to all the nurses that were near. One heard me, I remember asking if there was anything to do to help the pain. Im not sure what he did, if anything, and Im not sure how much time had passed before I asked for help again.

The next nurse to cross my path was a female who stood to my left and proceeded to tell me that the pain was normal and such. Nothing was done, dont know if anything could be done. I drifted in and out after that.

I was told a few times they were going to move me any second once a room opened up, after a while one did. Lucky me, a private room set in the back, I heard it had a great view but my bed wasnt far enough back to see out the window.

So there is part one, tomorrow I should be updating on part two.