I did it. Part 1

April 10th, 2014… here goes nothing

207lbs

It feels so good to have my surgery done. I actually was talking to mike about my surgery a little bit ago… what I remember and how I felt.

I remember being wheeled from SDS (same day surgery) waiting room into a holding area. My transporter said “hey, there’s your doc! Big Mac is what we call him!” Kind of ironic. A few nurses came over and introduced themselves to me, and I told them how scared I was. I had never had any surgery before- what was I doing? They assured me that once I got some medicine in me, my anxiety would be at a zero. So I told them a horrible joke. I told them about the time that I had Olivia, and she had to be vacuumed out, and it just happened to be the same day mom had gotten me a vacuum, so we both got vacuumed that day. That’s all I remember. The anesthesiologist told me that when I woke up, I would have a breathing tube in my mouth and it would be imperative that I stayed calm and didn’t fight it. I don’t remember any of that actually happening.

I remember being in my room with Mike, and being in immense pain. God awful pain. I cried a lot. And Mike was there the whole time. I remember him being on the phone and telling someone we were in my room… and then I remember my mom calling and telling him she was wiped and he had to head home- that was about 7. I woke up several times between 7 and midnight, but all I wanted to do was sleep the pain off. It seemed like every time I woke up, only 15 minutes passed by. At first, my nurse, Geraldine, annoyed me. I couldn’t understand her, and she kept calling me sweetie. But then, I realized how amazing she was at her job. She always alternated my pain meds when it was necessary to give them to me. She didn’t wait until I asked for them, since I was in so much pain. She told me it was because it was better to keep them in control than it was to let them go. She flushed my IV regularly. She always helped me in and out of bed, and made sure I took a bathroom trip while she was there. And she always fluffed my pillow and covered me with the covers and asked me if I was comfortable before she left. In my eyes, on that particular night, she was a saint.

By 6am, I had gotten my pain controllable. Although I was still in so much pain, I was able to control it with the pain killers, and function somewhat. I was able to visit with friends that day, and actually get up and walk around. I made a loop of my floor, and every time I got up to walk, I made sure to take that entire loop. I drank water constantly and was never hungry. Although let me tell you, that italian ice they gave me was pretty awesome. I was starting to feel like I was on the mend… and had an amazing new outlook…

 

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