Mom and I woke up and drove to Redwood City to the Stanford Outpatient Hospital. We made it right at 10:15 despite a couple close traffic encounters and right away the ice bucket-machine-thing lady greeted us. She explained all the directions, but we still had issues figuring out the correct technique when we got home that night.
I was then taken back into waiting room #1 where I received some beautiful thigh-high compression stockings that I got to take home! I also got some walk-around socks, but some point during the surgery they stole my left one to put some strange device on my toe…. I’m bummed. That was a great slipper-sock.
While mom went to grab a coffee, I was in the fancy waiting room with my personal TV as the nurses asked me 100 questions. I think really want to send me gifts…they asked my birthday at least 5 times. JT and mom walked in after I had been in there 45 min or so…time to me during this day doesn’t mean much, it was all very confusing, short, long, in an instant….That was great to have some company in there to distract me and keep me from my nerves. This time, I was ready for surgery; excited and ready to get it over with, but it certainly helps to have supporters sitting in there, commenting on the pretty X-ray nurse kilts.
Dr. Safran was about 1 hr behind so I waited till about 1:30 when he came out, gave a little pre-op spiel, and marked my right shoulder, “yes – Safran.”
Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride
Once I had peed twice in the waiting area, it was finally time to wheel me back. I don’t know if I was given some fun drugs before this or I was just really tired, but that cart ride to my surgery room was like Disney ride…I had my hands up and everything, but as soon as they opened the double doors, the atmosphere changed from hotel to hospital. And a couple turns later I was in my operating room. I definitely felt a bit tipsy in that room, but I didn’t have long to think about it or look around because within 2 minutes I was being instructed to breathe deeply and then ----- darkness.
Apparently the nurses woke me up after the surgery in the operating room, but no recollection of that. About 15 minutes afterward carted me into the recovery room I regained consciousness and I was pretty aware of events after that. This was about 3:20 so I was in the OR for about an hour and a half and then didn’t end up leaving the hospital until 6. This is another weird timing issue, I didn’t feel like I was in there a long time, I only watched 1.5 tv shows…what was I doing the rest of the time? Drugs in the IV? Talking to mom? Eating 2 graham crackers? Couldn’t even text till mom got in, the nurses didn’t want me “drunk” texting…for good reason, looking back at what I was typing.
Anyway, then I was wheel-chaired to the car and silently rode home in the Lexus…good car choice; I was a little sensitive to movement. And once we made it home, time for my first round of pain killers…then bedtime, waking up every few hrs for more drugs. Thanks Teresa for sleeping next to me to make sure I didn’t trip every time I got up! Mom and dad were good nurses too, although there were some disputes about proper ice-tank usage.
I was then taken back into waiting room #1 where I received some beautiful thigh-high compression stockings that I got to take home! I also got some walk-around socks, but some point during the surgery they stole my left one to put some strange device on my toe…. I’m bummed. That was a great slipper-sock.
While mom went to grab a coffee, I was in the fancy waiting room with my personal TV as the nurses asked me 100 questions. I think really want to send me gifts…they asked my birthday at least 5 times. JT and mom walked in after I had been in there 45 min or so…time to me during this day doesn’t mean much, it was all very confusing, short, long, in an instant….That was great to have some company in there to distract me and keep me from my nerves. This time, I was ready for surgery; excited and ready to get it over with, but it certainly helps to have supporters sitting in there, commenting on the pretty X-ray nurse kilts.
Dr. Safran was about 1 hr behind so I waited till about 1:30 when he came out, gave a little pre-op spiel, and marked my right shoulder, “yes – Safran.”
Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride
Once I had peed twice in the waiting area, it was finally time to wheel me back. I don’t know if I was given some fun drugs before this or I was just really tired, but that cart ride to my surgery room was like Disney ride…I had my hands up and everything, but as soon as they opened the double doors, the atmosphere changed from hotel to hospital. And a couple turns later I was in my operating room. I definitely felt a bit tipsy in that room, but I didn’t have long to think about it or look around because within 2 minutes I was being instructed to breathe deeply and then ----- darkness.
Apparently the nurses woke me up after the surgery in the operating room, but no recollection of that. About 15 minutes afterward carted me into the recovery room I regained consciousness and I was pretty aware of events after that. This was about 3:20 so I was in the OR for about an hour and a half and then didn’t end up leaving the hospital until 6. This is another weird timing issue, I didn’t feel like I was in there a long time, I only watched 1.5 tv shows…what was I doing the rest of the time? Drugs in the IV? Talking to mom? Eating 2 graham crackers? Couldn’t even text till mom got in, the nurses didn’t want me “drunk” texting…for good reason, looking back at what I was typing.
Anyway, then I was wheel-chaired to the car and silently rode home in the Lexus…good car choice; I was a little sensitive to movement. And once we made it home, time for my first round of pain killers…then bedtime, waking up every few hrs for more drugs. Thanks Teresa for sleeping next to me to make sure I didn’t trip every time I got up! Mom and dad were good nurses too, although there were some disputes about proper ice-tank usage.
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