The Surgery

Here's the story, for all you nosy Nellies out there who just have to know what's going on.
After our lovely trip to Tucson, it was time to make some tough choices. We called the doctor as soon as the office opened at 8:30 and they were originally going to schedule us at 2:15. Eric saw my eyes widen and said "well if you need us to come in sooner, just let us know and we'll be down there as soon as necessary." Amazingly enough, they were able to squeeze us in at 11 instead. Shocking. We got to the doctor and here were our choices: D&C or wait. Considering I've technically been "waiting" for 5 weeks (of course I had no idea) and NOTHING had come about, I wasn't too keen on the idea of waiting. Emotionally, knowing what's going on and just sitting around waiting for it to happen ... I would not have been able to function AT ALL until it did. So, we went with the surgery. A "simple" procedure that takes about 30 minutes. Plus, I got to sleep. Sleep is good. (I'm somehow trying to find the positive in all of this...). I hadn't been able to eat, or felt like drinking anything, so I didn't have to wait for the surgery. She got us in at 5:30, but we had to be there at 3:30. We went to my moms after and I got to watch everyone eat (but I didn't mind because I wasn't hungry anyway). My mom came with us to the hospital which I really appreciate a ton :) I love my mommy.
It's pathetic that the hospital already has my records... This was my third visit there since December. The prep wasn't bad. We got the sluggish CNA that was confused as heck as to what she was supposed to do. She made me pee in a cup... then when I got back to our room I hear "OH NO! We don't need her pee pee" Wow... thanks! Remember how I DIDN'T drink anything ALL DAY. Yeah... that was a special treat. I was a little worried to let her start my IV, but what was I gonna do. The RN was busy asking me questions and discovering that I'm healthy ... except for my uterus, but apparently that doesn't really count as a health issue. So many people asked if this was our first pregnancy, and so many people needed to be corrected when they said "so you have a baby at home" when we said "no it's our second." Knife, heart, twist, remove, pour salt. Thanks guys. Thanks. The sad part is, the first time we lost a baby, we found out in THEIR ER... you would think it would be in a record somewhere. Gosh I love hospitals and charts.... It's like they don't even matter. As long as they have the person and the procedure right, nothing else matters.
Anywho, the doctor was late, of course. So I talked to the anesthesiologist first. I don't remember what she said. Something about I'm going to sleep and I think I tuned it out from there. Then I heard "breathing tube" and "make sure you wake up" and I started to freak out maybe a little bit. Okay a lot. But I trust people, especially doctors. Our doctor finally showed up and we were "ready to roll." They gave me the anesthetics before they even wheeled me off! As we're rolling down the hall I was getting dizzy and trying to stay awake because I wanted to be able to remember stuff. But shoot, that stuff works really well. All I remember is some nice warm blankets around my legs (my feet were freezing, even with the socks) and getting monitors stuck on me. I vaguely recall getting moved to the other bed, but other than that I was OUT. Apparently I was so out, that they couldn't wake me up afterwards. They shook me good to get me to come to so they could make sure I was breathing on my own again and I was okay. The doctor asked Eric how well I slept the night before, that's how out of it I was. I slept for a good hour before the anesthesia really wore off. I could feel on my lip where they taped the breathing tube down, I kind of have a fat lip right there. Our Post-OP nurse was awesome. He was Filipino (I'm pretty sure that's what he said) and had a really cool accent. He told all kinds of stories about his family and his sister who has an inverted uterus and wasn't even trying to have kids because she didn't think she could and then BAM she had one, when she was 35. Kind of a miracle! I like hearing about miracles, someday I'll get to experience that.
So, now I'm home! We had some issues with the pharmacy yesterday though. The doctor wrote a script for some sleeping pills and tylenol 3. Unfortunately, the sleeping pills she prescribed were "kind of old" and Target didn't carry them, and they wouldn't be in until Monday! So, we got a new prescription rather than hunting it down at another pharmacy and getting it transfered over from Target. Not something I wanted to deal with RIGHT BEFORE a procedure like this. I swear, the pharmacist took forever and we were a few minutes late. It didn't matter though, because remember, they have ALL of my info in the system at the hospital. I'm looking forward to getting frequent patient miles or something from that place. Point of this story: the anesthetics wore off and I woke up every couple hours. Then, at 4, I woke up for good. Good morning world, at least I'll get to see the sunrise.