I had a bit of elective surgery yesterday. Found out that I weigh too much and that I hadn't had any real previous surgery. Even this was something that could have been taken care of in an office but the doctor was afraid that I'd collapse in his office. So off to the hospital I went.
Didn't have much of a problem in pre-op, other than it was the first time I remember having an IV. I also was deeply curious about the career of anesthesiologist (sp?). When I was wheeled off to the OR they put the drugs into the IV. The OR was cold (why?) and they strapped my arms down and that was the last I remember. In post-op, the nurse spoke my name and I started comming out of it. I was laughing. I mean, I realized how "out" I was. I said, or at least attempted to say, "I realize you deal with this every day but Wow." I then took undue interest in the blood pressure cuff and raising and lowering my heart rate.
All in all, it was an okay experience. Not one I particularly want to repeat, but it was different.
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