It was a blur! I had my pre-op, the second one in four weeks. It was a prep for the second OP coming up and it scared the hell out of me. I was thinking that it would be similar to the last one but they turned the tables on me!
I did go through the routine of giving blood for blood tests, an urine sample was taken and then they wanted a swap. First one in the mouth, the next in cheek and then the last one had me climbing walls again! Guess where? It was where the sun don’t shine! I don’t know why but needed to be done that was what I was told.
The part that scared me was the talk with the anesthesiologist. He seemed like a nice guy, much too young, and I hoped that he knew what he was doing. I had my questions as usual and he was patient. Then I asked the all important question, “Did anyone die from general anesthesia? His answer, “I’ve been doing this for some time and I’m one of the youngest on the team and in all my years, I’ve had one person die.” My eyes flew open and he noticed. Immediately he said, “That person was a 100 years old. If you’re young and fit, you usually don’t have any adverse symptoms.” I’m not that young, I wanted to add but thought all that yoga must be doing its job! Adverse symptoms like dying? I didn’t ask that question. I was feeling jittery at this point and to add fuel to the fire he said, “There are three risk factors.” What?!! “You don’t have to worry, we’ll keep a close eye after the OP and if one of those symptoms hit, we have ways of alleviating them. We are very careful.”
“I was told that I could go home the same day.”
“That all depends on how well you do after the OP. You need to have someone to drive you home and someone there to watch over you.”
“For how long?”
“24 hours”
“I have someone for a few hours but not for 24 hours.”
He looked up from his writing and said, “Perfect, you will have to stay here.”
My head was now full of questions. Why 24 hours? This was supposed to be a simpler procedure than the last one.
I asked, “How long will this procedure take? I was told it would be shorter.”
“Two hours.”
What?!!! Why?
“We need to go in, do what we need to and look around to see if there are any other problems.”
“Everything seems to be fine. I am healing fine.”
“We’ll know once we go in.”
BAH HUMBUG!
Next was the doctor, not the one who will be doing the surgery but a member of the team. What is this team thing? I want to talk to the actual guy but no can do. I asked why this procedure will take the same amount of time when I was told otherwise. His no nonsense approach was, “You are in capable hands and we will do what is necessary to get you on your way.”
Did that quell my already restless mind? NOPE!
The date and time is set. If I get sick before then, no surgery and it will have to be rescheduled, otherwise it’s a go.
Time to pack my bag again, meet with the cat sitter to give some instructions, get the house ready including the main area where I will be spending a lot of time because walking up and down the stairs should be kept to a minimum, get the groceries I need for the week, and SCREAM!
No workouts for the first few weeks, do the seven rounds around the garden but not more, and TAKE IT EASY!
Here we go again and I am not a happy camper.
Let’s see how this one goes. If I don’t die, you’ll be hearing from me.
Have an amazing day.
