There were a few moments that I wasn't sure about, but overall my afternoon spent in outpatient surgery went well.
The last time I was at the hospital, I was a VERY sick girl. I had a gallbladder full to the brim with stones, and it was swollen and infected. I ended up sick. Fever, chills, nausea and diarrhea, led to dehydration and a three day stay in the hospital hotel. I then went home with orders to rest for a week and follow a strict diet until my surgery date.
That being said, it was hard going in for surgery. Because I had been following the diet and I had some of my energy back, I have been feeling good. It is so much easier to check yourself into the hospital when you are hurting and feeling lousy. Checking yourself in knowing you will NOT feel good when you come out is hard. Remember, I'm the gal who HATES needles and hospitals.
But I went. The hubby didn't have to pull me in kicking and screaming either. Although Jim-Dad liked to tease me about the prospect of a chase. (Yep! I was one of those kids you heard screaming and a nurse had to chase around the room.)
After what seemed like ages of waiting in the waiting room, they finally called me back. The hardest part is when they kept trying to find a vein for my IV. HELP! After about three sticks, they finally found a GOOD vein, that was ready and willing. So much so, that blood ran everywhere. (I did mention before how I HATE needles, didn't I?!!!)
After a few more visits with family, the nurse wheeled me back. Believe it or not, everyone was so nice in the operating room. Before I was down for the count, I felt babied. They certainly knew how to make me feel comfortable and safe. PEACE.
I woke up, with a pain in my tummy and the need for toothpicks to hold the eyelids open. I was the last surgery for the day at the outpatient clinic. Two nurses, the last two still working again babied me. The good news is that the diet did work and I had the easy surgery.
Wait a minute, did I say EASY? What I meant to say was easier. It sure wasn't easy!!! I am now siting in my couch recliner, where I have been most of the day. I feel good, except for the feeling of being majorly punched in the gut. So sore. Sorry now that I didn't have those tummy muscles in better shape.
But, I am enjoying being waited on by the hubby and kiddos. (I have a hard time sitting down and getting up, so help is needed. ) I am surround by magazines, gifts from the mom-in-law and chick flicks, borrowed from the hubby's secretary. I also have felt the prayers.
I'm hurting, the pain meds make me feel like I'm in a fog, and I'm tired of not being able to do anything, but overall I think I have been a good little patient. I pray that this surgery, when I am back on my feet will have done a uhaul on my energy level and that overall I will just plum feel better. I've told everyone I will hopefully be a new woman in September.
Thanks for the prayers.