Surgery Day

I have never had surgery before, except getting my wisdom teeth out, which was a whole ordeal in itself. Given the whole pre-op “you could lose your ovary” information I stayed really calm. To really put that in perspective you should know I have to take valium to get a cavity filled.

The weekend before we had a BBQ on Saturday where I definitely drank more than I should have, likely just due to nerves.  We spent the rest of the weekend laying low.  I got a pedicure and didn’t eat much because I was instructed to “clean out” my system.  Monday I started my soup diet (a great friend was sweet enough to bring me a pot of homemade chicken noodle) and Tuesday was go time.

My surgery was at noon, which is so annoying with the whole “no food or water” thing.  I tried to sleep as late as I could which wasn’t that late.  We left earlier than we need too, to be there an hour early as instructed.  I was calm, but also not in the mood to just sit around and wait at home.  I wanted to just get it over and done already!

We stayed in the car in the parking lot and listened to some of my favorite Christian music for a few minutes since we were so early.   It always makes me feel more at ease.  Once we went in it all went pretty fast.  I signed in at the front desk and forked over some cash to pay the surgery center.  Thankfully this was actually partially covered by my insurance (a lot of the previous tests/visits are not covered), and I had hit my deductible so insurance kicked in at 80/20.  Even paying just 20 percent out of pocket was several hundred dollars.  L

My husband and I sat in the waiting room for a few minutes and they came to get me.  I am still not really clear why they didn’t invite him into the pre-op area.  Every other person there had a significant other or family member with them.  They did the usual, weight, blood pressure, temp ect.   Then asked me a million questions, and again I got to get all fancied up in a hospital gown.  All of the nurses were so very sweet.  They really made me feel comfortable.  At one point the surgical nurse asked me if I had come alone.  When I told her my husband was in the waiting room I think the pre-op nurse realized she made a mistake and she went to find him.  I am not sure where he had gone off to but she came back and told me he wasn’t in the waiting room (later I found out he went to get food).  The time went really fast and Dr. M came in to exchange pleasantries and ask where my husband was (because it was so awkward he wasn’t next to me!).  Apparently Dr. M. went to the waiting area and by that time he had returned because Dr. M came back to verify that was him by what he was wearing.  Minutes later I was being wheeled into the operating room.  I moved from my pre-op bed on to the table and that was it. My butt hit the table and LIGHTS. OUT.

Next thing I knew I was in recovery finally with my husband by my side.  And I hurt. BAD.  Obviously this part is a little fuzzy as I was coming out of my anesthesia but I do recall being given some crackers and water so I could take a pain pill.  Unfortunately those didn’t stick around in my stomach very long, so the kind nurse gave me some nausea meds in my IV and I drifted off again for who knows how long.

The next time I woke up things were slightly better.  I didn’t feel sick.  I did feel pain.  The very sweet nurse kindly told me that “this would not be a pain free day”.  I sipped a little more water and over the next hour actually started to feel a lot better (relative to where I started of course).  The nurse gave us some home care instructions and said we could go home!  This was great news because it was still before rush hour, and I get motion sick on my best day so sitting in traffic after surgery would probably be a disaster.  My husband went to pull the car up and I hopped in to my sweet ride (ie Wheelchair).  The nurse told me to I should use the bag they had kept my clothes in as a “just in case”.  Good call on her part.  We made it no more than 20 feet before the crazy nausea set in once again.  What a rough ride to the car.  Thankfully since I could lay down in the car on the way home, that part actually was ok and I didn’t feel sick at all.  I finally made it to bed, took a real pain pill, and passed out.  What a day.


Pre-Op Day

My pre-op appointment, which was scheduled with absolutely no input from me, was supposed to be on a Wednesday. Wednesdays and Thursdays are the most inconvenient days for me work wise. I travel every week for work, Tuesday-Thursday. Tuesdays I have some flexibility on what time I leave, but Wednesday and Thursdays are not flexible. Actually not traveling those days involves me trying to find someone to cover part of my job because someone needs to be present to cover it. Thankfully I at least had some advance notice so figure things out, and literally to train someone to cover my spot (also for the time I would be gone for surgery). What a hassle.

At the last minute they changed my appointment from Wednesday to Thursday. At that point it didn’t really matter I guess, because I already planned on not traveling that week. I am more just annoyed that there seems to be very little respect for the fact that people do have jobs and lives to schedule around. I totally understand that my health is way more important, but not having things change at the last minute would be great.

Anyway enough complaining. I went to my pre-op appointment on Thursday, and it wasn’t what I expected (whatever that was). Basically I went back to Dr. M’s office and he explained to me every single thing that could go wrong. I should also mention that my husband was not there with me. His boss was in town so he couldn’t come to the appointment. So there I sat, by myself, while he told me how my cyst might be attached to my bladder or my bowels causing damage, and that the cyst may rupture while they were trying to get it out. Not to worry though. Apparently they just wash everything out. He also said “it’s much easier to remove a cyst on the ovary if you remove the ovary and tube too”. UM WHAT!?! I’m not really interested in what might be “easier”. I would like to keep my ovary if at all possible thanks. I think it was just a poor choice of wording on his part. He did follow his statement by saying “of course the goal here is to have children so we are going to try our best to keep your ovary intact”. So at this point I was officially freaked the F out. I know they have to tell you the worst that can happen, but geez. I then had to sign my life away, acknowledging that he told me the information, and of course that I wouldn’t sue him if one of those terrible things happened to me.

After our fun little chat, it was time to get dressed up in one of those oh-so-stylish hospital gowns and hop back in the stirrups for another ultra sound. If only i could have my lady parts up on the “big screen” every day. And by “big screen” I mean the wall mounted TV in the exam room. Dr. M. confirmed my left ovary was in great shape and I had an egg about to release (it was day 14 of my cycle so it was right on), and my poor little right ovary was still being overtaken by the cyst. He also said from the ultra sound picture he was pretty sure it was a dermoid cyst. Before I left he handed me copies of all of the forms I had signed, three prescriptions to fill, and an ultra sound photo of my cyst. Of course I went home and immediately hung it on the fridge. OR NOT. Do people ask for these things? What is the purpose of having an ultra sound photo of this thing? Again, awkward.