Surgery Posting, Part 1

WARNING: This story is very long, it will come to you in pieces.

Well, we’ll start from the beginning, gory details not to be spared! The night before surgery, I had to stop eating by 5pm. Due to circumstances beyond my control, last time I ate was about 11:30am. I meant to eat again, time just ran away from me. So it is 5pm, I had to drink two bottles of the nastiest, most foul tasting liquid to clean out my bowels. I could only drink this “stuff” and water the rest of the evening. It was so nasty, and one bottle truly was more than sufficient! I am sure I can spare you those details. So, September 27th dawns, I show up at the hospital as scheduled, at 7am. My grandparents, Wayne & Louise, were there to support me, with my deepest gratitude.
We were escorted to a room upstairs where I changed into one of those “beautiful” hospital gowns. They then weigh me, take my pulse, temperature, blood pressure, etc. They said someone would be in shortly to put in my IV. The first stick, she got in, woohoo! Then a nurse came in and put me in a pair of TED stockings, these help your legs not to clot from too little inactivity. I then was told they’d transfer me to preop as soon as the surgeon was ready, this was about 7:30 am.
At 11:45am, they finally were ready for me to move to preop. I was not very amused, the day was not on a good path. I told my grandparents goodbye and that I loved them and went off into the depths of the surgical floor. I was placed in a big room with other patients waiting to go into their surgeries where they gave me a mild sedative to make me sleepy, only, that doesn’t work very well for me. Never has worked, why start now? I am wide awake, looking around, waiting my turn. Finally around 1:30, they wheel me into the surgical suite. They discover my first IV has now failed and decide they need to redo it. Fortunately for me, they decided they could do this after I was put under anesthesia. Woohoo! So, they put the mask on my face, and out I went. I don’t remember much, I know I was only in there maybe five minutes that I was awake, the rest………..blissful oblivion! I have no recollection of the breathing tube going in/out. I have no recollection of the urinary catheter going in. I have no recollection of the new IV being placed. And most thankfully, no recollection of the surgical procedure itself! This was one of my biggest concerns, that I’d be awake, but paralyzed with no way to communicate. Thank the Lord Jesus, that did not happen to me. Imagine my horror when a few weeks later they release a movie called “AWAKE” which is about that very topic. I refuse to see it. EVER!