Surgery Day
Surgery Day.
I was anxious. Super anxious. We had to wait for a long time in the waiting room, to the point I felt nauseated, low blood sugar, and like I would pass out. I also had a pounding headache, the worst I have ever had. They got a w/c and wheeled me back to the pre-op room where I was able to lay flat. It was clear I needed fluids, but they were unable to get the IV started. It took 3 tries from 3 different nurses before they had success. With the surgeon running behind it felt like forever, and I was so close to bailing on surgery. Finally the surgeon came in, signed my leg twice, and confirmed it was my right achilles (this was a question I was asked about 100 times by all staff, just protocol). Shortly later I met with the anestheisiologist, operating nurse and tech. And before I knew it I was wheeled off, and once in the OR given a cocktail and the anesthesia.
The surgery was of course a blur. I just remember waking up in the recovery room, coughing with an awful taste in my mouth (from tube down my throat) and having crazy body chills. The pain was out of control, and was provided little relief with each additional dose. I finally opted for a nerve block which I had refused before surgery. This helped numb my leg from the knee down. I actually hated it, but appreciated the decrease in pain. About 3 hours after surgery, I left the hospital.
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