CatoCooper13
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I obtained my CI 4 years ago -- as it was my first ever major surgery in my entire life...sure, I was full of nervous butterflies when the day came for me to go into surgery. I do remember being wheeled in a wheelchair (hospital policy) to the room just before the surgery theatre room and moved to the operating bed which was wheeled from the prep room to theatre. In the prep room, I was prepped -- got an I.V. inserted in my left hand for the anthesthia (spelling, eeh) and my doctor who was going to do the surgery on me, came in to say hello and have a little friendly banter and explain a bit of what was going to happen in there, etc. Mr Pyman was quite nice to help ease my anxiety and relax a bit.
I remember lying down on the bed and the anthesthican informed me beforehand that the liquid being injected through the IV would be cold, but just to relax and slowly count backwards from 10 to 1. Despite counting backwards, I didn't fall asleep straight away as I was curious what the surgery theatre looked like, so I was struggling to stay awake until I was in the other room! By the time I was rolled in and I saw this black/green monitor on my left which was for monitoring my heartbeat, I reckon. That was the last thing I remember seeing and seeing Mr Pyman with half his face covered by surgical mask and he was waving at me and his eyes twinkling jovially.
I woke up roughly 4 hours after the surgery and of course, there was pain around the surgery area on my right side of head and I requested for a painkiller to kill the pain. My hubby was sitting right next to me and handed me a small stuffed enchida (similar animal to porcupine), then I fell back to sleep for, I think, a few minutes before I awoke again. I knew I woke up for some reason and sat up asking hubby what was going on. He said that a nurse was behind me, about to administer a shot of painkiller right into my bloody ARSE!!! No way...since I really HATE needles and have never had one taken in the arse...I quickly turned and told the nurse off. "No thank you, I'll live with the pain thank you! Bye!"
I remember lying down on the bed and the anthesthican informed me beforehand that the liquid being injected through the IV would be cold, but just to relax and slowly count backwards from 10 to 1. Despite counting backwards, I didn't fall asleep straight away as I was curious what the surgery theatre looked like, so I was struggling to stay awake until I was in the other room! By the time I was rolled in and I saw this black/green monitor on my left which was for monitoring my heartbeat, I reckon. That was the last thing I remember seeing and seeing Mr Pyman with half his face covered by surgical mask and he was waving at me and his eyes twinkling jovially.
I woke up roughly 4 hours after the surgery and of course, there was pain around the surgery area on my right side of head and I requested for a painkiller to kill the pain. My hubby was sitting right next to me and handed me a small stuffed enchida (similar animal to porcupine), then I fell back to sleep for, I think, a few minutes before I awoke again. I knew I woke up for some reason and sat up asking hubby what was going on. He said that a nurse was behind me, about to administer a shot of painkiller right into my bloody ARSE!!! No way...since I really HATE needles and have never had one taken in the arse...I quickly turned and told the nurse off. "No thank you, I'll live with the pain thank you! Bye!"