Monday, October 20, 2008
Hello Dear Friends, I am back from the world of drug induced sleep to report that all went well. As you well know, the night before surgery was the pits as I spent wasted time agonizing over what may happen before, during and after the operation. Wasted time, I say!! The day of surgery was smooth and actually pleasant. The nurses and staff were welcoming and compassionate. I did not have surgery in a hospital but rather in a surgical center that only does outpatient procedures. What an operation! - The business, not the procedure -All state-of-the-art equipment. Young, did I say YOUNG doctors, nurses, staff, and pleasant atmosphere. They kept asking my name and birth date. Couldn’t they read it on my wrist band? I know, I know…if I couldn’t answer the questions I would be in big trouble. So they wheel me into the operating room and Dr. Anesthesia asks me for my name and birth date. I told him I was Sophia Loren and I was born to be young. Then I told him that I had been asked that question so many times that I felt the need to be comical. He laughed. The staff laughed. Then they were silent…No, really, what is your name and birth date? I gave them the correct information. The last words I heard were: “Don’t touch the leg. She’s not under anesthesia, yet!” Do you think it was their revenge joke on me? I hope so!! I spent Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday sleeping. I didn’t like the dreams. They were weird. But I had no pain, at all. So it was worth the trade-off. Today, I return to my house and resume a life without drugs. I don’t kneed them (get the spelling pun?) I have no pain, just soreness, and I am walking. I see the good doctor in two days and then begin physical therapy. Love to all and thank you for the good energy that got me through the “rough” spots of pre-surgery jitters.