Monday, August 10, 2009

Part 2 - The Surgery

Don turned around and looked at my distressed face and came back to give me an apologetic kiss. Dad stood behind him smiling.

The nurse wheeled me into the operating room corridor. I was left outside the suite watching people going to and fro. Lots of people greeted me and it was nice not to be ignored. The tears however, continued to fall. I met my anesthesiologist, my nurses and then my doctor came.

"Are you alright?" she inquired.
I just nodded.

Right behind her was the anesthesiologist. He injected something into my IV saying it would help to calm me. I was wide awake. I felt it go into my hand. It burned. After a few more minutes they wheeled me into the operating room. It was fairly large - but typical. I remember scooting from the gurney over to the operating room table. A few exchanges between the nurse and that was it.

"Julie...Julie...would you like to see your husband and your Father?" a voice came out of the darkness.

I was nodding yes before I got my eyes open. I looked back and forth. People were everywhere. Nurses and staff hurrying up and down the center hall. Patients on either side of me only separated by curtains. It felt like a MASH triage organized confusion. My eyes roamed back and forth looking and searching...and then a figure came into view that I recognized. It was Don. He approached me cautiously and he looked nervous. Dad was behind him and came to the other side of my bed.

"You look good Julie." My Dad said enthusiastically.

"Liar." I thought and too drugged to roll my eyes at him. My thoughts were confirmed when I had to stop him from trying to comb my hair!

I felt like something was pressing down on top of me. All I knew was that I wanted to get out of there and into my room. It seemed an eternity until they wheeled me out. I could hear Don and Dads muffled voices following. The ceiling lights rolled over me as we progressed. Into the elevator and down more halls until finally we came to what was going to be my space - at least for a while. It was a private room, modestly decorated but very comfortable. I slept most of the day away...and regretted not asking Don to stay with me that first night... be continued


Ginger said...

I have a terrible fear of being put under, don't know why. Probably goes back to when I was a kid and got that ether mask on my face.
I know you must be so glad the surgery is behind you now and you can just concentrate on recovering.
Glad Don and your dad were there with you.

common ground said...

Nothing like having your husband there to take care of you! Take it easy.

Kat said...

Hi sweet friend

Lots going on in my world so my comptuer time has been limited. I'm glad to see your surgery is behind you. It's not an easy surgery so take it easy and let others wait on you hand and foot. Take care of YOU.


Cote de Texas said...

Recover quickly!!!! i hope you are feeling better soon and back on your horse before you know it.