Recuperating
Well, I made it through my little surgery. Coming out from under general anesthesia is just a wierd as I remember (I had it several years ago when I had my wisdom teeth out). The surgery was an umbilical (on my stomach) hernia repair; it went a bit longer than expect as the damage was a bit more than expected. It hurt like the devil when I came to, and it took a couple of tries with the feel-good juice before something worked. However, it all went well. The nurses at the surgical center were very nice. I have alot of respect for everyone who chooses healthcare as a career.
I knew alot about what to expect from what others have told me about surgical experiences, such as being repeatedly quizzed by various staff as to what procedure I’d be having. I consider this a good thing, we’ve all heard the stories of people getting the wrong procedure. I also got a request I hadn’t expected, and a missed opportunity. When I was asked to disrobe and don the paper gown, I was given a skin marker, and asked to ‘circle or put an X on’ the area where I was having my surgery. It was only later, after I had finished marking and changing, that I realized I should have written a note to the surgeon next to my X. The message? “I’m Blogging This.”
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