I had an early start to Friday. I had to wake up early, surgically cleanse my body, and drive 30 some miles to the hospital where I will have to undergo surgery. Arrived at the admittance department to find my priest waiting for me. She prayed over me, we chatted a bit. I was surprisingly calm. Then it was time to go and get prepped. And this is the reason why I skipped PHOTO HUNT last Friday 🙂
I was admitted to the pre-op area. It was more like an airport, except we all had guerneys instead of airport chairs. Medical staff and personnel came and poke, probe, and wristabanded me. Still very calm and collected, which if you know me is the exact opposite of what I am. Anyway, all I could think of was I wish I had my camera so I can take photos and blog about this experience. This is my first surgery – ever! I’ve not even been admitted to a hospital prior to this. The only one I can remember was staying a few hours in ER/Acute Care for some IV saline because I was dehydrated.
Then a cute looking doc very young (so reminiscent of Grey’s Anatomy cast) with two bubbly 20-something came to my curtain and introduced themselves as the anesthesiologist and the two assistants. Oh I could see Grey’s Anatomy here.
At 7:45 am, I was wheeled into surgery. I thought finally I got to see the inside of an operating room. I have plenty of blogworthy snippets, or so I thought. I was wheeled into the room, then a group of green-scrubbed women welcomed me in saying, “Welcome to the Ladies Room” , everyone that participates in the surgery is female. Then one of the bubbly 20-something gal put a gas mask on me and I was out. The next thing I knew was I was in Recovery Room awaiting a bed. I was without my glasses nor contacts so I couldn’t really observe, I was too groggy too. I was going in and out of sleep. By 3 pm, I was wheeled into my room for the next two days.
I slept most of the rest of Friday, was asked to walk around the hallway by the nurse after dinner, then off to dreamland again. The same was true for Saturday, except that I walked with my husband to a little patio next to my room and I had some sun, again I was wishing I had the camera with me.
Surgery went fine with minimal pain. My nurse commented me on my high tolerance for pain, and my refusal to get medicated all the time.
So Sunday before lunch, I was riding in car with husband on the way home. My first job when I got home? Replenish my bird feeder. I’m sure my feathered friends missed me over the weekend.
So, how’s your weekend? SHOW YOUR WORLD.