It has been four weeks since my surgery and it is had to believe how fast the time has gone. I will try to include as much detail as I can so be prepared there could be several posts to catch up to date. Leave it to me, to make procrastination drawn out longer than it should be.
Mom, Dad and I (aka Momma and Poppa Bear) hunkered down into the hotel the night before my surgery. It was literally a two minute walk and the night was pretty uneventful except for the creepiest parking lot EVER. It is under construction and between the low ceilings and confined spaces I am surprised Dad and I never ran for the elevator.
I had a pretty sound sleep and woke easily and felt like I was almost skipping to the hospital. No snow had yet to come down but it was chilly. We arrived early, as I was with my on time parents as opposed to left to my own devices. The waiting room was filled with an odd mixture of people. The gum snapper...my dad's nemesis, the woman who came in her PJ's (apparently no one told her they supply johnny shirts, the smoker mom who looked chic but needed some aerosol.
The check in line opened up and the race was on. I hung back and waited as people seemed o miss the big sign that said "you will be called according to your surgery time". Not everyone can be the smart ones:)
It felt like forever before my name was called and off we went down the hall to our assigned preop chair #5. Off I went to get changed and then back to wait. Dr. L showed up soon afterwards. Pulled the curtain and proceeded to create a road map on my body with the technically equipment of a couple of sharpie pens and a ruler. Moving and pushing my back and breasts. I am still unsure how he chooses where to draw the dots but I guess that is why he has "Dr" ahead of his name and I don't.
Dr. L leaves, but says he will see me in the operating room in an hour. Then we sit and wait, and wait and wait. Apparently Dr. L left my chart in the wrong area. Good thing the nurses are on the ball. The talk of the room is the impending storm and the snow begins to trickle down. After my vitals and information are confirmed the nurse brings over compression stockings to help with the circulation in my legs and avoid blood clots. Now if you have never seen these things let me begin by saying they are sooooo not sexy. Picture the tension bandages being wrapped from your toes all the way to the top of your legs and I do mean the top. They want your underwear off as I will probably have a catheter due to the length of my surgery.
So here I am in my hospital issued johnny shirt, robe, slippers and compression bandages that make you want to walk far apart so the tops don't ride up into your vajayja. Yup I said it...awkward feeling. I do my "strut" down the hallway and as we pass each operating door I can feel the temperature getting cooler. We arrive at the last room and here we go. I have been waiting two years for this moment and I am ready. The group all make me feel welcome and I get up on the table. The nurse gently pulls down part of my johnny shirt and I look at the nurse and say.."seriously, you are going to see me naked in about two minutes. I don't need to be modest." She laughs and the next thing I know I am being stuck with stickers, pricked with a needle and 5,4,3,2,1...dreamland here I come.
Next stop boob land.
