All of that worrying, all of that build up. And it's over. It all started at 4am on January 21st when my mother and I got up to go to the hospital. We got there at 6 (subways in NYC are super slow in the early early morning hours). It was snowing and still dark out.
I checked in and signed all of the documents regarding my insurance and put on my hospital bracelet. Then, Mom and I went back into my room to wait.
I cannot say enough about how much I love NYU Langone Medical Center. Every waiting room, every hospital room has a large chair. And they gave me a large hospital gown that actually fit and covered all of my backside. The next hour was a blur. A nurse came in to check my vitals, my anesthesiologist came in (she looked about 16!) and then two nurses. My final visitor was my surgeon, Christine Ren-Fielding, looking stylish and so confident. I don't think I have ever met anyone who commands so much respect just from coming into a room.
Then, we were off to the races. I was walked into the OR myself (which is waaaaay different than my other surgery experiences) and they had me lay down on the table. Then, they ran an IV...gave me some valium and I was out. They didn't do the typical count backward from 10 thing and they kept telling me to breath deep but I COULDN'T BREATHE. Ahhh well, I was out soon enough.
The next thing I knew, they were telling me to wake up and I told them I had been dreaming about work. At fist, nothing hurt AT ALL. They asked me my pain from 1-10 and I said 3. And that was mostly because my throat hurt. The scariest thing was that I couldn't see. That was a little disconcerting, especially considering it took a few hours before I could see but my nurses said it was ok...so ok.
Interestingly enough, they brought a guy in next to me in recovery who had some sort of surgery to unclog his arteries. He was in so much pain and they kept coming in to do additional testing. Now, I am not a religious person but I do consider myself spiritual. And I felt as though God was showing me what could have been. My Mom came in and I started to cry a little. I just felt so relieved. IT WAS DONE.
It took until almost 1pm to get me a room and then came hours and hours of watching bad TV, checking my blackberry (I'm a sicko...I know) and talking to Mom.
I finally got in a cab at 7ish and was home by 8pm. It was a long day but well worth it.
I have been living a week now with this new device inside of me and it hasn't been bad.
Next up, the side effects of healing. Soon, I will be getting a life...and I promise that will be interesting (and a little R rated)
I checked in and signed all of the documents regarding my insurance and put on my hospital bracelet. Then, Mom and I went back into my room to wait.
I cannot say enough about how much I love NYU Langone Medical Center. Every waiting room, every hospital room has a large chair. And they gave me a large hospital gown that actually fit and covered all of my backside. The next hour was a blur. A nurse came in to check my vitals, my anesthesiologist came in (she looked about 16!) and then two nurses. My final visitor was my surgeon, Christine Ren-Fielding, looking stylish and so confident. I don't think I have ever met anyone who commands so much respect just from coming into a room.
Then, we were off to the races. I was walked into the OR myself (which is waaaaay different than my other surgery experiences) and they had me lay down on the table. Then, they ran an IV...gave me some valium and I was out. They didn't do the typical count backward from 10 thing and they kept telling me to breath deep but I COULDN'T BREATHE. Ahhh well, I was out soon enough.
The next thing I knew, they were telling me to wake up and I told them I had been dreaming about work. At fist, nothing hurt AT ALL. They asked me my pain from 1-10 and I said 3. And that was mostly because my throat hurt. The scariest thing was that I couldn't see. That was a little disconcerting, especially considering it took a few hours before I could see but my nurses said it was ok...so ok.
Interestingly enough, they brought a guy in next to me in recovery who had some sort of surgery to unclog his arteries. He was in so much pain and they kept coming in to do additional testing. Now, I am not a religious person but I do consider myself spiritual. And I felt as though God was showing me what could have been. My Mom came in and I started to cry a little. I just felt so relieved. IT WAS DONE.
It took until almost 1pm to get me a room and then came hours and hours of watching bad TV, checking my blackberry (I'm a sicko...I know) and talking to Mom.
I finally got in a cab at 7ish and was home by 8pm. It was a long day but well worth it.
I have been living a week now with this new device inside of me and it hasn't been bad.
Next up, the side effects of healing. Soon, I will be getting a life...and I promise that will be interesting (and a little R rated)
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