I've had these non-malignant mushrooms growing on the inside of my uterus. The technical term is polyps but I find mushrooms more endearing. Who knows for how long. My gynecologist removed them yesterday, which doesn't seem like it would be a huge production, but was. ( I mean, I'll take some ibuprofen and you just scrape them out, right?)
I had to be at the hospital at 6am and had planned to drive myself, but DH insisted on waking up dd and all heading over to the hospital together. He woke up at 445, made coffee. ddn woke up and they began chasing each other down the hallway in their underpants. I stayed in bed until 540, as we had to leave at 545.
After much ado about nothing, I was finally rolled into the OR waiting room at 7am. The anesthesiologist explained that I would get a spinal block by saying "I'll give you some medicine and then put in the spinal" Clear as a bell, right? I was assuming the medicine he was talking about was an antibiotic. And also assumed I would be awake for the procedure. I had created bullet points for topics of conversation, because it's usually pretty boring for anesthesiologists I've seen administering spinals to women having C-sections. ( I'm a NICU Nurse) They kind of stand around waiting for the surgeons to finish up and are very chatty with the parents. I imagined I would have this same experience.
I was checking out the OR cabinetry when it took an unexpected 180 turn from the horizontal plane to the vertical plane, which was momentarily disconcerting, but then felt like a marvelously grand idea. I had the clarity to ask, "What did he give me?" To no one in particular. I heard the word "Versed" ( a benzodiazepine, anti-anxiety)
Disembodied voices kept saying "She must be comfortable, she's smiling" Which seemed odd, because I had no control of any bodily part, including my face. I'm pretty sure they were talking about me. I woke up from a dream that I was swimming with humpback whales to a nurse showing me some pictures. After she walked away I realized it had been my gynecologist and had given me post-op instructions and showed me some lovely 3X4 photos of the inside of my uterus. I'll have to order copies on snapfish.
I got up to my post-op recovery room and must have appeared sober, as the nurse was asking me questions like what I wanted to eat and drink. I ordered a soda and a blueberrry muffin. I think I have drunk a regular soda maybe once in the last 10 years and I hate blueberry muffins. It was the size of my face and I gobbled the whole thing up, as I hadn't eaten since 8pm the night before. I lay there and felt terribly guilty that I have access to superior medical care, while there are skinny children rifling around in garbage heaps to survive in south America. Thankfully the versed made that seem less sad at the time.
I was getting less and less numb from the waist down and a buxom nurse came in to see if I could stand up. She put my feet between hers and pressed my chest firmly up against her breasts. Normally this would be an uncomfortable invasion of personal space but the versed made it feel semi-foxy. Every other nurse who came in just held me up by the shoulders. After a couple hours I could walk about 2 steps and DH picked me up. I had a mild hangover of nausea and took a nap while I was supposed to be watching dd while DH took a shower. I remembered the nurse had given about a liter of fluid via the IV and wondered why I didn't have to pee. I sat down on the toilet and nearly filled it. I guess my crotch was still numb, since I normally pee every 10 minutes and hadn't gone for about 6 hours.
Feel fine today. That's my story- Now just waiting for the bills to come in as I am responsible for 20% of that procedure....yikes! Hopefully someone will make use of my polyp-free uterus soon!
I had to be at the hospital at 6am and had planned to drive myself, but DH insisted on waking up dd and all heading over to the hospital together. He woke up at 445, made coffee. ddn woke up and they began chasing each other down the hallway in their underpants. I stayed in bed until 540, as we had to leave at 545.
After much ado about nothing, I was finally rolled into the OR waiting room at 7am. The anesthesiologist explained that I would get a spinal block by saying "I'll give you some medicine and then put in the spinal" Clear as a bell, right? I was assuming the medicine he was talking about was an antibiotic. And also assumed I would be awake for the procedure. I had created bullet points for topics of conversation, because it's usually pretty boring for anesthesiologists I've seen administering spinals to women having C-sections. ( I'm a NICU Nurse) They kind of stand around waiting for the surgeons to finish up and are very chatty with the parents. I imagined I would have this same experience.
I was checking out the OR cabinetry when it took an unexpected 180 turn from the horizontal plane to the vertical plane, which was momentarily disconcerting, but then felt like a marvelously grand idea. I had the clarity to ask, "What did he give me?" To no one in particular. I heard the word "Versed" ( a benzodiazepine, anti-anxiety)
Disembodied voices kept saying "She must be comfortable, she's smiling" Which seemed odd, because I had no control of any bodily part, including my face. I'm pretty sure they were talking about me. I woke up from a dream that I was swimming with humpback whales to a nurse showing me some pictures. After she walked away I realized it had been my gynecologist and had given me post-op instructions and showed me some lovely 3X4 photos of the inside of my uterus. I'll have to order copies on snapfish.
I got up to my post-op recovery room and must have appeared sober, as the nurse was asking me questions like what I wanted to eat and drink. I ordered a soda and a blueberrry muffin. I think I have drunk a regular soda maybe once in the last 10 years and I hate blueberry muffins. It was the size of my face and I gobbled the whole thing up, as I hadn't eaten since 8pm the night before. I lay there and felt terribly guilty that I have access to superior medical care, while there are skinny children rifling around in garbage heaps to survive in south America. Thankfully the versed made that seem less sad at the time.
I was getting less and less numb from the waist down and a buxom nurse came in to see if I could stand up. She put my feet between hers and pressed my chest firmly up against her breasts. Normally this would be an uncomfortable invasion of personal space but the versed made it feel semi-foxy. Every other nurse who came in just held me up by the shoulders. After a couple hours I could walk about 2 steps and DH picked me up. I had a mild hangover of nausea and took a nap while I was supposed to be watching dd while DH took a shower. I remembered the nurse had given about a liter of fluid via the IV and wondered why I didn't have to pee. I sat down on the toilet and nearly filled it. I guess my crotch was still numb, since I normally pee every 10 minutes and hadn't gone for about 6 hours.
Feel fine today. That's my story- Now just waiting for the bills to come in as I am responsible for 20% of that procedure....yikes! Hopefully someone will make use of my polyp-free uterus soon!
for the future and 
s for that experience
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