The Port is Out!!

The alarm was supposed to ring at 5:15 a.m. to get Esther and I up and on our way to be at the hospital by 6.  However, at 5:35 when I woke up, I couldn't figure out why it hadn't gone off and woken me up.  Turns out, I had set it for Friday at 5:15, not Thursday.  Even though we were 10 minutes late for my check-in time at Admitting, the morning turned into a bit of a waiting game -- but, I'm used to that :)

After making our way to Day Care Surgery, a nurse checked me in, weighed and measured me, and gave me my cute gown and blue bootie slippers to hang out in for a while. About 7:30, I got the fastest ride of my life to the OR holding room -- I guess the fellow was in a rush.  Once my IV was in -- which I'm thrilled to report went smoothly and worked on try #1 -- I said goodbye to Esther and headed into the OR.

I hate anesthetic!! All those friendly faces staring down at me, telling me to relax and think of something "happy" when, all the while, I know they're going to rip off my snuggly warm blankie, remove my cute gown and expose me to the world, and then cut me open.  Relaxing is not exactly what's on my mind! The part that totally freaks me out is the lost time ... waking up in the recovery room wondering where those moments of life went ... they're just gone!

I was out of recovery and back to Day Care quite quickly.  The nurse suggested a popsicle for my sore throat, and brought my favourite -- orange. After a few sips of apple juice, I closed my eyes and drifted off to dreamland.  However, I couldn't seem to wake up so they allowed me to sleep for several hours.  About noon, I thought I could head to the washroom and then get dressed. Trouble was, the second I moved my body and sat up, up came every drop of liquid I had consumed.  Thinking back, I was extremely nauseous after my last two surgeries as well. I stumbled to the washroom with the IV pole holding me up, and managed to make it back to bed. While trying to get dressed, I threw up twice more.  Determined to get out of there, I climbed into a wheelchair, plastic bag in lap just in case, and Esther pushed me to the front door.  The second I stood up to climb into the car, up it came ... again!!

After an uneventful drive home, I climbed into bed and slept for over 3 hours.  When I got up, I tried some sips of water, but that came up too.  Off to the store Esther went, and returned with Gravol, ginger ale, and soda crackers.

I'm happy to report that the bits of cracker and ginger ale I had are still in my stomach. Yay!!

Another surgery down -- only ONE MORE to go!!