(Originally published to my Livejournal, Creamsodaangel).

So today was incredibly frightening. I’m here, so obviously I survived, but the experience has not allayed my fear any.

I got up this morning and had my regular shower. Put on baggy clothing, as per instructions, and then hopped on the computer for a bit so I could chat with Paul and Kathy to try and take my mind off things. Starved, as I couldn’t eat or drink anything.

Mom came with me down to the Surgical centre, because I needed someone to drive me home. Filled out a bit of paperwork. Tried my hardest to stay calm, but was still nervous. They took me into a little room with comfy fluffly chairs, and I changed into a dressing gown thing. And sat. And waited. One of the other patients had heard it was my birthday, so as she was in recovery she doodled me a little happy birthday card, which was nice 🙂

Took a pill for my stomach, so it wouldn’t get too bad, then the nurse came in and put in my IV drip. I was soooo scared, I started shaking and crying. 🙁

The anesthesiologist came in and talked to me, about what they would be doing and such to put me to sleep. He was very nice. Apparently I have a heart murmer, but my mom says that’s alright as she and my brother both have them and are fine. It’s never been a problem for me before. He told me that they’d be putting a tube down my nose and into my windpipe so that I would be able to breathe during surgery and not get any fluid into my lung; also that I would prolly be a little sore from that when it was done. And when I woke he said to expect an oxygen mask on my face too.

Anyway, then I waited and waited, and finally calmed down a bit and tried to think about my trip.

The anesthesiologist came back and led me into the operating room. I climbed onto the table, and he and the nurse told me to relax, and just told me they’ve give me a shot (liquour) for my birthday into the IV, and then would give me the anesthesia.

Anyway, he gave me the first shot and then took off my glasses. I remember he held them up to the light and told me they were scratched. Then he said “here we go”, and added the anesthesia to my IV. I vaguely remember telling him and the nurse “I’m starting to feel loopy”, they had a bit of a chuckle and them putting three of those round sticky things on my chest so they could monitor me.

I remember dreaming about going to the UK…

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in recovery. I had the oxygen mask on, but was VERY groggy and my mouth was numb. The nurse asked if I was alright, and I remember nodding and asking for water. She said that I would have to wait a bit for that. I told her I was feeling dizzy and nauseated, so they gave me a bit of Gravol in my IV. I remember dozing off again. The nurse kept telling me to move my arms and legs.

Eventually I got up and took off the dressing gown and put my tshirt back on. They led me into another recovery room, with similar comfy chairs. My mom came in, and I remember I was crying again. The nurse said that was a typical side affect of the anesthesia. The nurse talked to my mom a bit, and then mom stepped out to grab me some prescriptions. I watched some TNG for a little bit until she came back. Then the nurse came with a wheelchair, and away I went to the car.

I came home, was fairly awake, and came on the computer. I was on for a little while until I started bawling my eyes out again :S Mom came and calmed me down. Eventually the freezing wore off and I had to start taking tylenol threes. Both my Mom and my brother were surprise that I was so awake, because when they had it done they slept the entire day.

So now I’m very sore, look like a chimpmunk, … but I’ve long stopped the crying spells. Woo!

And yes, I’m still scared out of my mind about it. I wouldn’t wish this on anybody, nor do I care to repeat anything similar 🙁

Well that’s my 21st birthday for you. Whoopee.

Happy Birthday to Me.
Current Mood: sore
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