Tuesday, December 14, 2010, I had to be at the hosptial by 7:30 a.m. Why do I wait for the last minute to get things done???? So...although I was pretty much packed, I didn't have the clothes for this day(they were still downstairs) or some of the smaller items I wanted to take with me, which I then forgot to take altogether!
I told my husband just to drop me off---because of other problems with his health, he has no days left to take and to me it seems like a waste of time to just sit and wait for 2-4 hours. The nurses agreed with me...the doctor was a bit perplexed about my reasoning, I think, but then this doctor has been preplexed with me for awhile!
He dropped me off at the front door, I went in and gave them my name, why I was there and one of the women walked me back to the Surgery area. First they sit me in this BIG chair(I told one of the staff, Bob, that I felt like Edith Ann from Lily Tomlin's skits since my feet didn't touch the ground), make sure all of my paperwork is correct, get height and weight and then off we go to the surgery waiting rooms where I meet Norma--a very friendly nurse who calls everyone "my love". Norma checks my ID again, asks which procedure I'm getting and what leg its on and then has me change out of my clothes into a beautiful, silky hospital gown.....um, no, just the regular baggy cotton one that lets your butt hang out if you're not careful. Then we settle down to wait. Now, I was told not to bring anything with me, so I didn't, but I sure could have used a book!
There was another person in the surgery waiting room who wasn't at all happy about being there...a toddler who was `crying and crying, you could hear the fear in his/her voice; just wanted to go in and pick the baby up, saying everything will be all right.
Dr. L comes in and "autographs" my left leg making sure that the correct leg is operated on...good idea. Then the PA comes in a couple of minutes later and does the same thing.
The anethesiologist(every time anyone enters the room, they ask me which leg is being operated on) comes in and tells me beside regular anth, he going to give me femoral block which helps after the surgery. Well, my great circulatory system helps out again and no femoral block! He can't find a large enough vein/artery(can't remember which one he was looking for). But he's the last guy we've been waiting on, so its showtime! I'm wheeled down the corridor to the operating room where I'm transferred to the table, strapped down and mask is put on.....I'm OUT!
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