Monday morning we made our way over to Hoag Memorial. It was like walking into a hotel, marbled floors, elevator music and a swanky reception desk that let me know they were waiting for me upstairs. Should have known better when they valeted our car.
The wait wasn't to long before I was taken back to my tiny room, more like a stall to change into my stylish gown. Everyone was nice and accommodating, with every passing nurse I got a new bracelet and recited the spelling of my name and birth date for accuracy. My favorite was the no blood bracelet, the others were name tags and allergies, I even got a orange band to identify which side they were removing from!
After a while they let Hubby come back and keep me company. We used the wifi and watched some Dr Who. Then I shut it off thinking "what if they put me out and I dream about something terrible and can't wake myself up?" I was also extremely afraid of waking up during surgery and how badly a IV would hurt. My mother in law suggested I ask for a IV nurse and anti anxiety meds.
Well I struck out on the nurse but my anesthesiologist was fantastic! He insisted on doing the IV himself, talked to me through the whole thing and I have to say the worse part was the shot to numb my hand. He totally hooked me up on the anti anxiety and the next thing I knew I was waving good bye and lights out.
Literally lights out, I had to remove my contacts (legally blind without them) it was blurry going into the hallway and I remember looking down at my hand that was burning like a hot poker and looking up at the lights whisking by.
The next thing I know I'm touching my face and I hear a voice telling me to put my hand down and then physically pushing it down. I still don't know what I was touching, maybe a oxygen mask? The next voice I heard was a man asking me what my pain level was, I mumbled 4 and he said it's ok your still sleepy I'll ask you in a little bit. ...sleeping..... Moaning, it hurts....how bad? 7.....pain meds....it's dark and noisy and there's a man next to me yelling. I remember blinking hard and asking if I was supposed to be waking up (trying so hard to wake up) or if I could go back to sleep.....sleeping....asking to use the bathroom "your still a little sleepy to be walking do you want a bed pan?" I'll hold it....more voices and something that sounds like "No, it was a double salpingectomy."
Even in a stooper I know what that means, they took both tubes.