Surgery Day

I cannot tell you how glad I am that we made the decision to get a hotel room in Plymouth last night. It may not have snowed as much as they were expecting, but the ability to get up at 5:45 instead of 3:30 or 4am was so nice. We rolled out of bed, and headed across the street at about 6:15. The hospital was so close, if it had been nicer out, we could have walked.

After registration, we were brought back to a room where I got my IV placed and everyone came in to discuss what was going to happen. My anesthesiologist reminded me of Captain Jack Harkness. Really freaking cute. I teased John a little bit about that one. I was getting nervous and humor is usually how I deal with those things. 

Just before 7:30, Dr. Witzke came in and placed some markings on my breasts I should have had John take a picture. I just barely got a look, but they were pretty interesting.

Then we walked back to surgery. I’ve never had general anesthesia before and the feeling as it washes through your body was the strangest thing. It was kind of liked Progressive Muscle Relaxation, but forced. I felt my body get heavy starting at my feet and working its way up to my head. I knew that as soon as it washed over my head I’d be out. And I was.

I woke up feeling like I had just taken a deep sleep and hadn’t quite finished the sleep cycle. At least, that was the moment of wake up that I remember. It took about an hour.

The pain has been manageable. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, and then we started in on the pain meds. Whatever they are giving me is not making me feel loopy, but is also taking care of the pain really well. I can still feel it, but it’s well within reason.

I was really surprised at how hungry I’ve been. I sipped on a diet coke in the recovery room, had coffee and a club sandwich from JoJo’s Rise and Wine when we got home, and even had some leftover turkey and stuffing for dinner.

John is waiting on me hand and foot. I think I’m getting off easy. I’ve watched two episodes of Game of Thrones and expect to catch up over the next week. I get to see the results on Thursday, as I’m wrapped in an ace bandage until then.

The workaholic in me is having a hard time not checking emails. I feel so good, I have to keep reminding myself that I need to take it easy. In fact, this blog is far longer than I had anticipated and should probably stop for now.

I’ll write more over the next few days.