I went Friday for my biopsy at the hospital. I had to go to the OR for this biopsy which was perfectly fine with me; I didn’t want to be awake for this procedure anyway. The anorectal manometry was enough for me to endure while beginning awake.
My surgeon had me prep/clean out before the procedure and I was NPO (nothing by mouth) after midnight so I was leaning on the dehydrated side. My veins are horrible to find when I am hydrated so I knew before I got there that they were in for it when it came time for my I.V.s. The lady who was doing my I.V. couldn’t find anything good in my arms and hands except for this one vein in my arm. She tried and the of course the vein blew. She asked where they last got the vein at and I’m thinking you’re not touching my feet, I’m sorry! Well she did. This is no joke, I laid there and prayed that there would be no veins in my feet because my feet are so ticklish and frankly I.V.s in my feet hurt really, really bad. She couldn’t find any veins in my feet!
About that time my surgeon and anaesthesiologist came in and decided that they could do the procedure with me awake. No way was that going to happen!! I told the anaesthesiologist that I needed to be put under; who wants to be awake during that? I didn’t. During this the nurse had been looking at a vein on my neck so they decided that they would use laughing gas to put me under and the gas would dilate my veins as well. They would use the vein on my neck for my I.V.s then they would switch over to general anesthesia. It sounded great to me, I was going to be put under, I was happy.
I did get to see the OR. I’ve always wanted to see that hospital’s OR. In my previous surgeries, I’ve got to see the ORs and even move myself onto the operating table believe it or not. I loved that part of the surgery, getting to see all the medical side of it. I’ve got to see my appendix and I have a slide of my gallbladder. I remember the OR and everything that was going on until I got the laughing gas, on the third inhalation I was out. I woke up in recovery and spent some time there receiving Zofran, Phenergan and some type of pain medication. The patch that gave me for nausea didn’t help like it has in the past when coming out of surgery.
We live around an hour from that hospital. Whenever my dad had his colon surgery, he said that was the longest ride home. Friday I understood that statement. The ride home after surgery may be one of things I dread the most.
The past few weeks my GP has had its ups and downs. I’ve been getting full relatively quick I’ve noticed. At lunch when drinking my Special K Protein Shakes, after finishing one, I feel almost too full and miserable at times. I’ve been dealing with headaches from not eating enough… imagine that. At work in the afternoons, I try to snack on something whether I’m hungry or not just to get the calories in. The magnesium citrate last night whipped me. I kept waking up during the night and I felt like it was coming up (GAG!), I was cold and hot all at the same time - it was just wrong! This morning when I woke up I felt like jello -that’s not a good way to start to your day. You should feel like you’ve slept. Cleaning out is exhausting.
I go see my gastroenterologist next Wednesday and we’re talking about some type of port or something where I don’t have to be poked all throughout my surgery. I’ve got all of my things on my “To Do Before Surgery List” accomplish so I’m content. I’ve got a Netflix subscription so lately with the heat, I’ve been inside in the recliner watching movies and reading magazines. I LOVE the heat, the hotter the better. However I’ve noticed the hotter it gets, the more uncomfortable my GI tract gets.