Today was a little bit of a setback, I just wasn't feeling right. No fever or anything, just not feeling right. But, I guess that's to be expected. There was so much hype (for lack of a better word) leading up to this surgery that it had become a major event. I felt a great deal of pressure, not only from the fact that I am scared to bits about anesthesia, but everyone was adjusting their schedules and taking off from work and feeling guilty if they couldn't be here, etc etc. Not to be misunderstood - I am extremely grateful that my son and soon to be daughter (I hate using step) were there for me, talk about great kids - wow! Poor soon to be hubby couldn't be there, although he was there for the first two attempts. Oh yeah, there were two prior attempts. The first one was a total crash and burn, the second a narrow miss. The third successful attempt was a well orchestrated event. Thankfully the same nurse was there and when I said we should move quickly, she knew and she did. Fortunately the pre-drugs they gave me had some effect, not as much as everyone said they would, but enough. Coupled with the fact that I was determined not to make an ass out of myself again, the drugs did what they needed to do. Apparently it was close call on the laproscopic surgery, but the very talented doctor managed to pull that one through too! Thank you!! I'd been dreading having the older version, 6 weeks recoup would have put a serious dent in wedding planning. Everyone I've talked to seems stunned that I was sent homw without the aid of feel good drugs....hmmm....guess I was missing something! LOL! Nope, no pain killers, take a couple of Tylenol if needed was all the pain advice I was given.
The last few days all seem to have a dream like quality to them, I remember things in bits and pieces. I annoy my son asking him teh same questions over and over I think...oh well, he did the same thing when he was 3. *G* Are we there yet??
Posted by Mickey at April 10, 2006 2:06 AM