That's always the scariest part for me..B/c you're sitting in this big white room, will all these surgical tools surrounding you, a million nurses & these huge alien lights above you.
Then when the anesthesiologist comes in to "put me to sleep", I really start being like ok this is gonna be fine, I am going to be fine. So she informs me that "this may sting a little" which I am fully aware of, b/c I have only had a FEW of these damn surgeries.
Then the nurse looks at me and says "don't worry we're gonna take good care of you" and that was the last thing I remember (between saying Ow ow burning ow ow). I just had this really rude urge to look up to that nurse and say "SCREW YOU NURSE"...good thing I conked out right after that urge haha.
Afterwards, when I got back to my room. Jared was patiently waiting for me. I slipped in and out of "consciousness" aka kept falling back asleep, which (in case you've never had anesthetic and don't know...) is completely normal. At one point I heard one of the nurses tell Jared as soon as she wakes up and can stay awake she can go home. So I fought and fought to stay awake..Finally about 430 we got to leave.
I never found out how surgery went, i never found out if the whole tumor was removed, I never found out how big the tumor was, I never found out how many stitches I had...nothing. The doc didn't even come tell Jared , I was kinda irked about that.
So now I have my stitches in for 12 days (7 down, 5 to go), and go back to see Dr. Sheikh in 4 weeks...speaking of which I better make that appoint.
While I am talking about my oh so lovely tumors. I got booked to have an ultrasound on my upper back (which I can say with 99% accuracy) that there IS a tumor there..but the docs "cant feel it so they don't know what to tell me". I am sorry but I wouldn't be coming in here and saying there was one there if there wasn't, these suckers HURT and I want something done...so ya I am pretty pumped that I get to go for an ultrasound soon and get it dealt with!!
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