My surgery was yesterday and it went well. I think my recovery will be pretty slow, but that’s okay. I’ve got some great books to read and photo inspiration to oogle on flickr. I take my pain meds every six hours and am always excited to do so!
The entire experience was kind of surreal and here are a few of my favorite moments:
-I got grilled about pregnancy. Of course they ask you to take a urine test after they tell you not to drink anything from midnight on. In the past month I have been asked to take three medical related pregnancy tests and have been asked if I was pregnant on instagram. I am not pregnant!
-You go into surgery with what you came into this world with: nothing. I even had to take my one bobby pin out, serious business! My surgeon told me he didn’t want me to jimmy any locks :D
-The gowns are heated! It is so neat, they have remotes and everything, so impressive and were invented by a fellow Minnesotan.
-I was a bit nervous before when the pre-op nurse asked me what my religion was and if I had a living will.
-Apparently my surgeon had a conversation with me post-op that I have no memory of, I hope it was a nice conversation.
-I vaguely remember getting a second set of x-rays, it was surreal to have them lying down in a bed
A few sappy/funny things:
-My best experience was a result of Becky, the CRNA. She was incredible and I think read into my slight nervousness. She introduced herself and said, amidst the anesthesiologist, surgeon and a few nurses coming and going, “my name is Becky and I’m going to be with you the whole time.” I’m still brainstorming about what nice thing I can do for her, she was incredible. From gently tucking my hair into a cap and keeping me from getting a little worried about being wheeled down the hall to the OR and then the OR itself [which is kind of overwhelming and when you can’t see well it’s a bit scary, too--huge, tons of equipment, everyone in scrubs and big lights] she was the person who made it a calming experience. I could go on and on and I am. Thank you, Becky!
-Apparently a person who can’t speak english very well told my mom the wrong place to wait and she wasn’t able to come in to see me right when I got out because of that person’s communication error. I could tell she was upset and have never seen that mama bear side of her, not mean or rude, but not happy. She has been so helpful as I recover and am so lucky to have her!