At 12:55, it's time to go! I'm excited and scared and eager and nervous and dizzy. I go over in my head to be sure I've said everything I had to to anyone I had to, just in case. In the pre-op room, there is...more waiting. The nurse laughs at me when I ask if I can leave my pants on for surgery(I get cold really easily.). More waiting, but not for too long, less than an hour. The clock ticks get louder and louder the longer I am there.
The surgery is over now, and I am groggy. I can't lift my head and can barely open my eyes, but I know I'm awake. There's a nurse near me who is talking a lot to somebody and she seems really busy. It takes me a while, but eventually I realize she's talking to me. I can't understand her, but she's definitely talking to me. I'm not sure how long I was like that, but after a while, I can understand her...well, a little. She is telling me the surgery was done and I am in recovery.
I can feel tubes and tape on my face but I'm not allowed to touch. I really feel like gagging on the ng tube that is down my throat. An x ray tech keeps coming back and taking X-rays. Ugh. After one x ray result, the surgeon comes in and says the ng tube is not in the right place and needs to be pushed in deeper. I do not have the ability to protest. He forces the tube deeper. Ugh. I am exhausted but the X-ray tech keeps returning and there's lots of people moving around in the recovery room.
I do not know how long I was there. I know by the end, I am the only patient left, and I am coherent when carted off to a regular hospital bed. I'm tired and feel like gagging all the time - this is unsettling.
I think I am happy, but I'm too tired to know for sure.
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