This will be my 5th surgery (in my lifetime) where I've had to be put out with anesthesia. I always seem to have a little twinge of panic a couple days before the surgery. I am a baby. A chicken. I hate needles, blood, hospitals and mostly anything medical. I can't watch a surgery on T.V. I hate to even see pictures in a medical book. I get light headed and nauseous. My mom used to have to hunt for me as a child, when it was time to go get immunized or if I had an appointment with the dentist. I would crawl into a closet in the house and sit quietly. (Good thing I had such a patient mom. If my kids did this, I'd probably want to kick their backside).
With one of my surgeries, I was still semi-awake as they wheeled me into the operating room. The anesthesia hadn't quite kicked in. I remember watching the ceiling tiles as I was being whisked down the hallway. As we rounded the corner and into the room I recall seeing the big lights on the ceiling used for surgery, and I wanted to scream.
Last July, when I was heading into surgery for breast cancer, I was SO nervous. I spoke with the anesthesiologist to
The surgery on Tuesday is supposed to take a couple of hours. After that, I will spend a lot of time trying to wake up from the anesthesia...barf. I hate that feeling. Once I am fully wake and have passed off the checklist of things I need to do (pee on my own and such), they will release me from the hospital. It is a day surgery. Then John and I will jump into the car and drive the 3 hours home. It would be nice to head back to the hotel and just sleep and relax, but I hate to have John miss a lot of days of work. I am hoping that with my seat back and a few drugs, I will just sleep most of the way home.
I am fasting and praying today that the surgery goes well, and that the doctor will be guided. I am grateful to my loving Heavenly Father, that He is watching over me and helping me to feel at peace.