On the day of surgery I wasn't nervous. I was excited! I was finally going to have tiny boobs! And I was going in knowing that I was pretty much punching cancer in the face before it ever had a chance to get close to me.
My surgery was scheduled for 1 p.m. They took me back to pre-op at 12. They told me once the anesthesiologist put my IV in that my mom could come back. Well, it took them FOREVER to get me prepped. It was 1 p.m. before the anesthesiologist ever came in to put in my IV. My doctors even came back and drew all over me and talked with me. They were actually the ones to get the anesthesiologist to hurry up and get the IV in. What upset me was that they had told me it would only be about 20-30 minutes to get prepped and then my mom would get to come back. By the time they got the IV in, they were ready to roll me back, but I had a little bit of a fit to see her before I went back. And to my happy surprise she and my dad were both there to come back and give me kisses. It was really quick because they were running behind getting me started, but it was nice to see them together before I went back to surgery.
As the nurses and anesthesiologist started to roll me back to the operating room, we were talking and I made the comment that I didn't feel sleepy yet. They told me I should start feeling it pretty quickly because they had already pushed the meds through. The next thing I knew, I was in recovery! haha!
The recovery nurses LOVED me! When I first woke up, I was cheering and saying "Yay! I'm so excited!!!" They asked me why and I was like "I've got tiny boobs!!!" They were dying laughing. I kept listing all of the things I would be able to do now: wear a seatbelt without it cutting in to my neck, wear button up shirts, sleep on my stomach, shoot a bow, run! I was sooo thirsty too. Apparently anesthesia makes you so thirsty, but they couldn't give me anything to drink or I would have been sick. So instead they would wet gauze to wipe my mouth and I would bite it and try to suck the water out. haha. Then, I was also sooo incredibly hot! They wound up hooking this machine up that, from the best I could tell, really looked like a vacuum cleaner hose that blew cool air. It was so refreshing. In reality, it probably was really silly, but when you are that hot you'll take anything!
Some how my orders got messed up to get me sent up to my hospital room and I was in recovery for quite a while. Now, I will say, I started to become a bit of a baby. They wouldn't let my parents come back to see me because apparently that's the rule, but because my orders were messed up and I started crying, like boo hoo crying, they let them come back. Yay!
Finally, I got to go to my room. Now I was on a gurney and they needed me to be in the hospital bed. I asked them if I could just stay on the gurney because they weren't allowed to be the ones to move me. I had to move myself. And let's just say OWWW! I had to use my legs to push my butt up and over. I made it that far over to the bed (my upper body was still on the gurney). I asked if I could just stay that way but they wouldn't let me. Its really really hard to wiggle your upper body over when you can't use your arms and you are so extremely sore, but I made it.
My family got to come in. By that time my sister and her hubby were there. The nurses came in to give me a morphine drip to help with pain. They said I could hit the button to administer it every 10 minutes and it wouldn't let me hit it before that time. Well, for an hour I hit the button, but didn't feel any better. My family and I kept talking and then my IV line started beeping. The nurse came in and found that my line had been pinched and I wasn't receiving anything. Once they fixed it, I wound up getting about 6 hits of morphine all at once. Let's just say I felt like I was floating on a cloud through a field of rainbows and CareBears. It was wild! My family was laughing. I know I was funny. I kept getting tickled and saying weird things I'm sure. Medicine like that is so weird. It makes your body feel relaxed, but I don't like the effects it has on your mind. I don't like not being in control.
Everyone left but my mom. I had a pretty restless night. Couldn't get comfortable, couldn't fall asleep because I was in pain, then I felt like bugs were crawling all over me because of the medicine, I was itching everywhere. They finally gave me something that helped me sleep for a little while. The worst part of the night was having to get up to go pee! I mean, seriously every aspect of it was terrible. Having to get out of the bed, having to walk to the bathroom, having to sit down ever so careful, wiping (gross I know), but really truly. Every. last. bit. was. TERRIBLE!
The hospital was quick to want to get me out of there. Doctors started coming in at 5 am to check on me. By 7 they were saying I would be able to go home. I was nervous to go home, but really it was the best things. My mom was a much better nurse in helping me and getting me things I needed. (The hospital nurses weren't so speedy).
Leaving the hospital, we had a 45 minute drive back to my house. And let me tell you how many bumps there are between the hospital and my house. When you've just had major surgery, you feel every little rock, crack, hole, bump, and blade of grass that you drive over. Ouchie!
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