I laughed when I saw this cartoon because I always wonder what surgical staff talks about during an operation. I'm doing really well from my surgery yesterday. My only real discomfort right now is a sore throat from whatever they stuck down there. Other than that, I'm doing pretty good. I had a hysterscopy to remove a polyp, followed by a D&C. In other words, yucky female related stuff -- bleck. I'll spare you the gory details.
The last time I had surgery was in 1991 for a bunionectomy. It was done as an outpatient thing, which freaked me out a little because I had the same surgery in the 70s and had a 6 day hospital stay. Yesterday's surgery was nothing like that, thank goodness. I have no incision site, so that makes a lot of difference. And removing tissue is a lot less painful than having part of your bone cut out.
The anesthesiologist was really nice. He came in an gave me something to relax before they took me into the operating room. Man, that stuff works fast! I remember being wheeled down the hall and entering a large operating room. They had the funniest looking surgical lights. I've worked in hospitals before and these lights were unlike any I've ever seen. And no, it wasn't the drugs tripping me out. I remember them telling me to scoot from the gurney to the table and then someone came up behind me and started putting the heart monitor stickers on my chest. That's all I remember. I don't even remember the anesthesiologist putting anything on my face, telling me to count backwards, or anything. I was out good.
When I woke up and thought about how easily I went out, I was reminded of Michael Jackson. Aren't those the meds he wanted to use regularly to fall asleep? The whole concept of that is mind boggling because it's not real sleep. There's no REM sleep. I don't know what he was thinking. Those are powerful drugs and I'm amazed anyone was willing to listen to him and let him use them for sleeping. I woke up in a little recovery room/cubicle. They gave me some ice to munch on and then moved me to another cubicle area that had a reclining chair. There was one other patient in the room, across from me. Talk about a baby! He had some sort of surgery on his nose, probably sinus surgery or something, and he was just carrying on. He was rambling about how he takes Oxycotin everyday and started whining about the nurse not giving him enough Vicodin to go home with. When the nurse wasn't with him, he really whined to his wife how much he hurt and how miserable he was. Just listening to him, I could tell he was totally addicted to the meds. I know I'm being harsh and judgemental, but damn, he was acting like an idiot. I feel sorry for nurses who have to deal with people like that.
But anyway, I'm doing good and hopefully I can get back to my regular routine today. I've been walking everyday, but they told me not to do anything strenuous, so my TreadClimber will have to wait another day. Maybe I can walk around the neighborhood with Rick tonight or something. Thanks for all of your well wishes, both here and over on Facebook. I appreciate them all.