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And he's back! =D
My surgery on Monday went fine - I got there early (wtf? that never happens when my mother drives) and all the paperwork got sorted pretty quickly. First stop was the patient's waiting lounge, which is a rather cruel room seeing as lots of people have to fast before surgery (me included) and there were three vending machines just standing there, begging to be used and abused. Then in to my room to get blood pressure checked and to go through all the forms again and see what meds I was on...
oh, and to get into one of those gowns. *shudders*
I don't even like wearing shorts, and I had to strip to underpants and get into one of those flimsy open-backed gowns that barely reached my knees - probably the worst thing that happened to me that day. My parents came in once I'd gotten "dressed" (they were asked to stay in the waiting lounge, I guess so that I'd answer truthfully when they asked if I smoked/drank?), and I don't know if I was just nervous or what, but I was pretty cracky.
Actually, I'd been in that kind of mood since the night before. Now this is probably going to sound pretty bad but I tend to get quite short with my mother. She has a tendency not to think things through before asking obvious questions, just refuses to learn some things, and will tell me off for being obtuse and vague and then do the exact same things. So I don't always speak as respectfully as I "should" to or with her, and in the past year or so it's been pretty bad at some points. My brother and sister feel the same way as I do a lot of the time, but they are better at hiding it than I am, and I've never really known when to stop. With anything. Until I've crossed the line and there's no going back.
Anyway, the reason I meantioned that was because on Sunday night she and I were talking out the back, and I was being really cracky. We were going through what I'd need at one point, and the booklet they gave me mentioned "a small amount of money for incidentals only". I told her I'd take some money to buy souvenirs, like one of those flags you get at camp. I even added a little flag-waving flourish. It was very much so geographical humour (you just had to be there). We were even talking about Friday night (somehow they found out that I went to Blink while they were gone!) and whether I liked any of the girls I went with - Amy, Kelly or Sara. I think that was the closest I've ever come to telling her. I just didn't want to do it without my dad there - I wanted them to be told together. I still don't know what I'd say exactly... I have to figure that out.
But back to Monday, the parentals and I were being oddly humourous when the anaesthetist came in and went through all the paperwork again. Apparently I had this really blank expression while he was telling me about the breathing tube I'd have stuck down my nose, and once he had left, the look got to my mum somehow - she just started crying. It was really weird.
When they left (because I'd be in surgery for an hour and then in a separate recovery area for another hour), I started reading one of my Christmas books - Neil Gaiman's Stardust - I've finished American Gods and absolutely loved it. I tried starting a Matthew Reilly book, Seven Ancient Wonders, the day before, but I think I've become a Gaiman Addict - nothing else tastes as good anymore. I'm about halfway through it, and am thoroughly enjoying it. I love his style, and the way he has so many stories going on at once (much like this post :P) that weave so well into each other (much unlike this post :P). Oh, and remind me to show you guys the bookmark I got at Chirstmas with Stardust!!
I was eventually carted away, bed and all, maybe twenty minutes after parentals had left. I was given a heated blanket and was taken to an icy surgery, where my gown was undone (but thankfully not removed at all) and I was moved on to the surgeon's slab. I don't think the anaesthetist could find a usuable vein in the back of my hand for the... something... the thing the needle-thing they put in once and leave in so and then inject through that, so that they don't have to keep finding new veins... that thing, because he had to go about two inches above my wrist. He lied to me, the naughty doctor. tsk tsk tsk.
The next thing I remember is waking up with an oxygen? mask over my face in the recovery room, feeling sticky and gooey from the antiseptic they covered my skin in, and the blood from my nose. They'd also tied ice packs around my face to help keep swelling down - it looked like a pink scarf, upside down, giving me rabbit ears (which is a sign I'll have to tell you about later). After an hour of dozing, drifting in and out of consciousness, they wheeled me back to my room. When I left the room, I was awake - I remember hearing that a guy named Ben had just been wheeled in to the room and I passed him as I was wheeled out - but I must have slipped out again, because I'm blank up until my mum was there, reading at my side. She stayed there reading until the dozyness of the painkillers wore off enough for me to stay awake for more than a minute, and once I'd landed (as my Aunt says), we spoke a little. I found it weird that I was still a little sleepy from the painkillers even though they weren't killing all the pain, and hadn't been since my first waking, but I didn't mention this until we were leaving for good. I had to eat before I was allowed to leave (they gave me one of those ice creams for one, a Honey Buzz Ski yogurt, an airplane-style cup of apple juice and a bottle of water), but after that I was allowed to get dressed, get more painkillers (woot!) and go. And I already had pre-surgery antibiotics for my heart murmur, so there was no need to get more for possible post-surgery oral infections - just had to up the dose.
The rest of my day was spent wearing the bunny-ears ice packs, lying on a huge pillow on the lounge in front of the t.v. and being waited on hand and foot. Jelly was made, ice packs were changed, and bowls of noodles were brought. Surgery-enforced bed rest is pretty sweet. The diet isn't too bad either - jelly, ice cream, yogurt, custard, noodles, soft bread, eggflips, scrambled eggs, mashed potato/banana, and clear liquids (which is really just any plain liquid - no pulpy orange juice, but apple juice is fine).
I would have updated yesterday, but I was still pretty sore and swollen, and really just wanted to lose myself in the television. Plus, my mum bought me Marvel: Ultimate Alliance for the Wii, so I just got straight into that. For those of you who are considering it, it is almost exactly like X-Men Legends II: Rise of Apocalypse, except for the playable characters and story, the controls and some of the finer details. It's really just XML:RoA with a new skin, and I'm fine with that, 'cause I really liked that game on PC. It's a little weird using the Wii-mote, but I'll get used to it. In other Wii news, I'm wanting more games and more points (though the cards are still sold out! gah!!) for VC games - Red Steel, Trauma Centre, Sonic, one of the new Mario games, and maybe Prince of Persia, as well as a stack of VC.
It'll still be a while before I venture outside, and a while longer before I go back to work, but I think I have enough things to keep me occupied until then. I've got books coming out my ears, writing I want to do, and M:UA to play. Things are pretty easy, if you look past the discomfort.
Ciao!
My surgery on Monday went fine - I got there early (wtf? that never happens when my mother drives) and all the paperwork got sorted pretty quickly. First stop was the patient's waiting lounge, which is a rather cruel room seeing as lots of people have to fast before surgery (me included) and there were three vending machines just standing there, begging to be used and abused. Then in to my room to get blood pressure checked and to go through all the forms again and see what meds I was on...
oh, and to get into one of those gowns. *shudders*
I don't even like wearing shorts, and I had to strip to underpants and get into one of those flimsy open-backed gowns that barely reached my knees - probably the worst thing that happened to me that day. My parents came in once I'd gotten "dressed" (they were asked to stay in the waiting lounge, I guess so that I'd answer truthfully when they asked if I smoked/drank?), and I don't know if I was just nervous or what, but I was pretty cracky.
Actually, I'd been in that kind of mood since the night before. Now this is probably going to sound pretty bad but I tend to get quite short with my mother. She has a tendency not to think things through before asking obvious questions, just refuses to learn some things, and will tell me off for being obtuse and vague and then do the exact same things. So I don't always speak as respectfully as I "should" to or with her, and in the past year or so it's been pretty bad at some points. My brother and sister feel the same way as I do a lot of the time, but they are better at hiding it than I am, and I've never really known when to stop. With anything. Until I've crossed the line and there's no going back.
Anyway, the reason I meantioned that was because on Sunday night she and I were talking out the back, and I was being really cracky. We were going through what I'd need at one point, and the booklet they gave me mentioned "a small amount of money for incidentals only". I told her I'd take some money to buy souvenirs, like one of those flags you get at camp. I even added a little flag-waving flourish. It was very much so geographical humour (you just had to be there). We were even talking about Friday night (somehow they found out that I went to Blink while they were gone!) and whether I liked any of the girls I went with - Amy, Kelly or Sara. I think that was the closest I've ever come to telling her. I just didn't want to do it without my dad there - I wanted them to be told together. I still don't know what I'd say exactly... I have to figure that out.
But back to Monday, the parentals and I were being oddly humourous when the anaesthetist came in and went through all the paperwork again. Apparently I had this really blank expression while he was telling me about the breathing tube I'd have stuck down my nose, and once he had left, the look got to my mum somehow - she just started crying. It was really weird.
When they left (because I'd be in surgery for an hour and then in a separate recovery area for another hour), I started reading one of my Christmas books - Neil Gaiman's Stardust - I've finished American Gods and absolutely loved it. I tried starting a Matthew Reilly book, Seven Ancient Wonders, the day before, but I think I've become a Gaiman Addict - nothing else tastes as good anymore. I'm about halfway through it, and am thoroughly enjoying it. I love his style, and the way he has so many stories going on at once (much like this post :P) that weave so well into each other (much unlike this post :P). Oh, and remind me to show you guys the bookmark I got at Chirstmas with Stardust!!
I was eventually carted away, bed and all, maybe twenty minutes after parentals had left. I was given a heated blanket and was taken to an icy surgery, where my gown was undone (but thankfully not removed at all) and I was moved on to the surgeon's slab. I don't think the anaesthetist could find a usuable vein in the back of my hand for the... something... the thing the needle-thing they put in once and leave in so and then inject through that, so that they don't have to keep finding new veins... that thing, because he had to go about two inches above my wrist. He lied to me, the naughty doctor. tsk tsk tsk.
The next thing I remember is waking up with an oxygen? mask over my face in the recovery room, feeling sticky and gooey from the antiseptic they covered my skin in, and the blood from my nose. They'd also tied ice packs around my face to help keep swelling down - it looked like a pink scarf, upside down, giving me rabbit ears (which is a sign I'll have to tell you about later). After an hour of dozing, drifting in and out of consciousness, they wheeled me back to my room. When I left the room, I was awake - I remember hearing that a guy named Ben had just been wheeled in to the room and I passed him as I was wheeled out - but I must have slipped out again, because I'm blank up until my mum was there, reading at my side. She stayed there reading until the dozyness of the painkillers wore off enough for me to stay awake for more than a minute, and once I'd landed (as my Aunt says), we spoke a little. I found it weird that I was still a little sleepy from the painkillers even though they weren't killing all the pain, and hadn't been since my first waking, but I didn't mention this until we were leaving for good. I had to eat before I was allowed to leave (they gave me one of those ice creams for one, a Honey Buzz Ski yogurt, an airplane-style cup of apple juice and a bottle of water), but after that I was allowed to get dressed, get more painkillers (woot!) and go. And I already had pre-surgery antibiotics for my heart murmur, so there was no need to get more for possible post-surgery oral infections - just had to up the dose.
The rest of my day was spent wearing the bunny-ears ice packs, lying on a huge pillow on the lounge in front of the t.v. and being waited on hand and foot. Jelly was made, ice packs were changed, and bowls of noodles were brought. Surgery-enforced bed rest is pretty sweet. The diet isn't too bad either - jelly, ice cream, yogurt, custard, noodles, soft bread, eggflips, scrambled eggs, mashed potato/banana, and clear liquids (which is really just any plain liquid - no pulpy orange juice, but apple juice is fine).
I would have updated yesterday, but I was still pretty sore and swollen, and really just wanted to lose myself in the television. Plus, my mum bought me Marvel: Ultimate Alliance for the Wii, so I just got straight into that. For those of you who are considering it, it is almost exactly like X-Men Legends II: Rise of Apocalypse, except for the playable characters and story, the controls and some of the finer details. It's really just XML:RoA with a new skin, and I'm fine with that, 'cause I really liked that game on PC. It's a little weird using the Wii-mote, but I'll get used to it. In other Wii news, I'm wanting more games and more points (though the cards are still sold out! gah!!) for VC games - Red Steel, Trauma Centre, Sonic, one of the new Mario games, and maybe Prince of Persia, as well as a stack of VC.
It'll still be a while before I venture outside, and a while longer before I go back to work, but I think I have enough things to keep me occupied until then. I've got books coming out my ears, writing I want to do, and M:UA to play. Things are pretty easy, if you look past the discomfort.
Ciao!
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Actually, I had forgotten you were meant to go in soon too >_< stupid me. Have you got a date for it yet?
Don't worry about the surgery. At all. You come out a little sore, but they can take care of that pretty easily. It's seriously nothing to worry about.