Surgery

I'll see how much I get through, as Happy Fun Time is wearing off and the room is rotating.
First off, when I got home Friday, there was a message to me from Shands asking for info, but I got a voicemail when I called back. Oh, well. I called the check in number about 7:15pm and was told my check in time was 7:30. About an hour later, I got a call saying check in time was 12:30. Got the second girl's name, and went through my evening routine. I did not eat anything after 9:30pm, well before the midnight cutoff. This turned out to be a mistake, I think.
Sat morning I wake up with a headache. No big surprise, my sinuses hate me. I call Shands back, verify my info and the fact I followed pre-op directions, and was told I had a $15 copay to make. I thought is was $25. I'll find out later, I suppose. An hour later, I get a call for a Jennifer F*****. Umm, no, not me.
About 10:30, i start going stir crazy, so I asked mom to take me somewhere, anywhere, I don't care to distract me, as full blown anxiety is now setting in. We go to Yarnworks so mom can get 16" circular needles. They now carry the Debbie Bliss silk yarn! Woohoo! We then go to the credit union to deposit checks, and head to the hospital, getting there an hour early. This turned out to be a very good thing. They had my info and Jennifer's info mixed all up, so it took a good long while to figure things out and fix them, because I was NOT going to let the doctors do an L4 spinal procedure on me! I'm sure there were some serious rules broken there, but since both of us have common names (I am one of at least five C******** F*****-s) in my town.) I doubt there will be any resulting problems.
I only waited a few minutes in the waiting room before going back to pre-op around 12:30, my original scheduled check in time. By then my headache was light and sound sensitive, with accompanying nausea. Yep, it was a migraine by then.
After signing the forms, and designating mom as my healthcare surrogate, it was time for the IV. I won't lie, that SUCKED. First off, I am dehydrated, so my veins did not want to cooperate. The girl was good, she got it on the first try, but it HURT. I had tears running down my face. Then she tried to take blood. That did not work well, my veins did not want to give up the blood. First the started the IV fluid, then they tried the right wrist. Again, OWOWOWOWOW!!! Pain, and not fun pain! That vein gave up after a few cc's. Then they (the first girl called over another) went back the the left arm, and tried the vein in the elbow. That was not bad except that I was OVER needles by then, and was now a whimpering gibbering mess. When that failed to produce blood, I said NO MORE! They agreed and said if the doc needs more blood, they can get it while I'm knocked out. then I had to pee ina cup for a pregnancy test. I knew that was negative, but they are right to be paranoid.
After I got back on the bed, my stomach had had it, and I puked. Tried to, anyways. I think I only puked up saline, LOL. this required changing the blankets and my gown. The male orderly had to cut the ties of the old one, since I had slipped it over my head due to a big knot in one of the ties. He was trying to change me without exposing anything, and I finally told him not to bother. The curtain was pulled and mom was in there with me, and I really didn't give a hoot if some guy saw me naked, I just wanted the change done with minimal jostling, as I was still heaving.
Then the anesthesiologist pushed Zantac through the IV, which once again HURT! I actually kinds screamed at that one since it caught me by surprise. the people who know me well can imagine how that effected the pre-op staff. Yeah, everyone jumped. She warned me as she pushed the Propofol, and the "milk of amnesia" took effect, I did not remember anything 'til I came to.
Oddly enough, despite warnings from friends, I was aware of the fact that considerable time had passed. I touched the side of my face and felt a lump, and asked why I still had a face lump after surgery. The recovery nurse was surprised I was communicative and aware that I was post-op. She told me what I felt was swelling and to please leave it alone, which I did. I drifted off again, and woke up to a male nurse telling me he was going to transfer me from the bed to a rolling chair, then rolled me to a different area of recovery. After that, the female nurse got me a ginger ale and had my mom brought up. Mom got the car as I was finishing the drink, and I was discharged. We went to CVS to fill the Percocet prescription, and I had an intense craving for French onion soup. Mom didn't want to drive anywhere else, so I called my friend Ever and she obliged me.
I am home now, curled up in bed with my laptop. My left wrist hurts as does my throat, and Happy Fun time is wearing off, so the right side of my face feels funny and the room is slowly rotating. I shall eventually take a pain pill and go night-night.
I do know that I was restrained during surgery, and that I was intubated. the lump was officially diagnosed as a sebaceous cyst. Hopefully after the swelling goes down my earlobe will finally unfold.