And Again

I'm having surgery again tomorrow. I'm nervous. Before, when I was in the hospital and was basically just told and wheeled to the O.R., I wasn't nervous. I was in pain and would have done anything to stop it. Now, knowing it's coming, I'm a little nervous.

But is there anything really to be nercous about? Not really. When they took me down to the O.R., I was cold and they had just awakened me from a nap. Quin had been in the cafeteria getting a sandwich, so he found me in holding waiting for the O.R. to be prepped. The nurse came and gave me my allergy bracelet (I've discovered I'm allergic to morphine) and Quin held my hand while I dozed off again. The nurse came to get me about an hour later and Quin kissed my forehead as they took me into operating.

I remember the nurse helping me scoot onto the operating table, that the room was sterile smelling and white, and that it was freezing in there. The nurse said, "The anesthesiologist will talk to you about your anesthesia in just a moment." I don't remember the anesthesiologist. I just remember waking up in recovery. It was a long white hall with alot of other beds in it. I had an oxygen tube in my nose and I remember clawing at it trying to get it out. I asked the nurse if I could take it out and she said yes. Then I was out again and the next thing I remember is being wheeled to my own room.

That's not scary. It sounds boring, actually. So I'll be fine. Hahaha...I just gave myself a pep talk! And it worked!